happy anniversary to us
A year ago yesterday, Jude, her son Nathan and I sat at this very computer,
and Nathan pressed the “Publish” command on my first post to launch this
blog. I posted daily (except when I had my hand surgery) until April 30th,
then cut back to twice a week.
Spring projects were looming large and I had presented much of my back story,
so I thought it best not to burn out. In my research on blogging, I discovered
that most bloggers quit within a year. I decided to commit to a year and then
re-evaluate.
Yesterday as I bustled around Campbell River on the mainland, I did, in fact,
think it over. But I already knew my decision. Now that I’m starting to find
my “voice”, I very much want to keep blogging.
As a long-time writer with patchy success, I welcome the discipline of on-
going production. It keeps my writing muscle toned, which has helped me
with some other projects. It has also proven a great way to stay in contact
with family, old friends and neighbours, a satisfying alternative to the mixed
blessings of Facebook. And it’s reconnected me with other folks from my
past, like ex-classmate Charlotte.
The experience has linked me to skilled bloggers like Kate, Brainie/Blondi,
Tiffany and my mentor Kathy. Thanks for a free year of advice, Coach. The
most serendipitous reward, though, has been making so many new friends,
like Beth, Rosie, Beanie, kris, Joan and others my calcifying brain is not
supplying.
I don’t have an image of my “average” reader. I’ve never met an average
person. But when I sit down to post, I imagine that I’m sitting down with
a friend, being careful not to mention your rectangular face, because I know
how sensitive you are about it.
As we share a digital cup of coffee or a cyber beer, I try to amuse you with a
story about the farm — or some arcane, generally useless trivia — or just some
silly shit. Because I know without consulting CNN that it sucks a little bit
more out there today.
So dawdle here a bit. I hope I can help you head out the door with a smile.
