It’s been a long time since I wrote anything on this blog. Not that I haven’t been writing. In fact, I’ve been working just about every day. I’m revising a novel that I hadn’t looked at in years because an agent expressed interest in it. Which I guess proves that you should never give up on anything you write.
But in the time that I’ve been so busy, I did miss something. An event that the typical blogger would have celebrated with a countdown, give-aways, guest bloggers, party hats and confetti (virtual, of course). My blog-iversary.
That’s right. At the end of March, I passed my one year anniversary with this blog.
I didn’t even notice. I am such a bad blogger.
Looking back, I had certain expectations for this blog.
I was going to post regularly. If you look at any list of rules for success at writing a blog, they all say make and keep to a schedule. My plan was to post weekly on Thursdays. I did that sometimes. The Thursday thing, I mean.
I was going to write about writing. But as I bounced around the blogosphere, I found that there are so many — SO many — blogs about writing, and I just didn’t feel like I had much to add. Does the internet really need yet another blog post on the use of the comma or eradicating the passive voice? I don’t think so. Instead, I have written about movies and TV and music; I have written about what I read and see and experience in the hope that it will connect with others out there on a more personal level.
Which leads me to what I did accomplish: connecting with other writers. Through blogging, I have built virtual relationships with people whose opinions I respect and whose advice I value as strongly and as deeply as if they were members of a writing group I might meet up with at the local coffee shop. This is the true power of the internet; this is its gift to writers.
So as I move into my second year of blogging, my vision of what I am doing has changed. Overall, I am happy with what I’ve done so far. I’m tickled that the most hits I’ve gotten so far came via the search term “slutty dress.” I’m proud that a ninth-grade reader shared “Teen Girls and Tight Corsets” on her Facebook page. And most of all, I’m delighted with the people I’ve met out here.
Here, have some confetti. Yippee!