Celebrating One Full Year of Fearing Brooklyn

In the beginning, it was a simple idea: Put aside all of my freelance gigs for a period of one year and channel that energy into a series of side projects that might not otherwise find a home … projects that wouldn’t require me standing on the shoulders of others in order to get my prose across.

What spiraled out of that idea has proven the single most rewarding creative experience of my life. In 12 short months, IFearBrooklyn has given birth to:

  • One full-length novel
  • 20 well-received editions of Moving On – an ongoing non-fiction series about Wildwood, childhood, and life after drinking (That series winds up its 2nd Season on December 5th, BTW, so – by all means – get your read on, will ya?)
  • 26 installments of Good Pictures/Bad Camera, including various slideshows from Manhattan, Brooklyn, Asbury Park, Bar Harbor, Philadelphia, The Chesapeake Bay and beyond.
  • 34 capsule-style movie reviews/half-a-dozen show reviews
  • A handful of timely editorials
  • several obscure, long-form quotes, and, of course,
  • The post that started it all (IFB’s actual anniversary falls on the 10th of this month, but, I mean, really, who goes out blogging on a Saturday, right?)

Anyway, all of this is to say, “Thanks,” to each and every one of you who has either visited or supported IFB over the course of the past year. Your ongoing advocacy means the absolute world to me and I only hope that I can find an opportunity to repay that kindness at some point down the line.

For now, I fully encourage you to have a look around the place. Read the first chapter of Subhuman, check out a few editions of Moving On, get your photog on with Good Pictures/Bad Camera, and – assuming you’re so inclined – “Like” IFB on Facebook; follow IFB on Twitter.

There’s plenty more to come in 2013, including the 3rd and 4th Seasons of Moving On, Good Pictures with a better camera (I hope), and a handful of new features … along with oodles more of what you’ve already come to expect.

All the Very Best, Always.

Bob Hill