So yesterday was my blog anniversary – three years and 504
posts! On the one hand, it really blows
me away; three years is a long
time. I hadn’t really started this blog
with any type of plan or timeframe in mind, but if someone had asked me if I’d
still be writing it three years from the time I started I can’t imagine I would
have said “yes”.
I truly feel like I’ve found a great community through
blogging; through their words I’ve been introduced to wonderful people whose
lives and thoughts have touched my heart.
I also feel like I’ve made true friends.
I can’t tell you how much I appreciate everyone who stops by to listen
to me blather. And let’s face it, I do a
lot of blathering.
*sniff* I love you
guys! (I’ll try really hard not to drunk
On the other hand, as I mark this anniversary, I look at
three years and 500+ pages and feel like a total slacker! I mean holy crap! That could be a novel! What kind of English major am I? For shame, ye who has revered Shakespeare and
made a pledge (to myself) to join the ranks of the published (even if it’s just
as a minor pulp fiction writer and not anywhere near the league of
Shakespeare). (Oh crap, now Shakespeare
will think I’m a stalker… I swear, I
won’t lurk around the corners of heavenly bookstores, staring at you with crazy
goo-goo eyes! (You know, on the chance that you do signings, Mr. Bard
Sir.)) For shame!
Oh, and the reason I didn’t post this yesterday is I was
busy fucking around instead of writing.
But that can’t be
Big hugs to everyone!
– the weirdgirl