It has been exactly one year since I started this blog. Wow! A whole year; how did that happen? If my blog was my baby, I would expect her to be walking and talking by now, and she is—in fact, she’s moving so fast I can’t quite keep up with her, full of big ideas, using big words, and dropping the occasional f-bomb. She has a life of her own.
But when I started, I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. I thought that merely clicking the word “publish” would somehow make me famous. It didn’t occur to me that I’d need pictures and music to jazz up the joint and that, like a good old-fashioned party hostess, I’d have to make people feel welcome, I’d have to make introductions and ask good questions if I wanted to generate discussion. I didn’t understand tags or categories or stats or how to get traffic and had no idea how much time it would take. How. Much. Time. (Do you spend as much time on your computer as I do?) (How in the world do you manage your day job?)
It started out as a place to post chapters of my last novel and morphed into something else with personal essays, book and magazine reviews, dialogues, field experiments, short stories, and some fluffy bits. I even tried some almost-poems. I don’t think the word “blog” aptly conveys what it is. (What would you call it? What do you think about the word “blog”?)
There were days when not one single person stopped by and I felt invisible and alone; I left whiny messages on my friends’ voicemails, I bribed my kids for hugs. On my busiest day, there were 580 views and I was literally skipping down the street. This is my 77th post. At this moment, my blog has had 10,738 views all time, and I’m mother-proud. Maybe my blog wasn’t famous but it didn’t suck, either. Not bad for a newbie.
Mostly, I never imagined what a wonderful group of people I’d connect with. As a result of meeting you, my view of reality has shifted and the world seems closer, friendlier, and much, much more interesting. If I could, I’d have you all over today to celebrate. We’d fire up the hot tub. We’d have trays heaped with finger-foods and fancy drinks. We could dance!
(How would I recognize you? Would you be dancing, eating, or hiding in the corner? )