It was a year ago today that I started this blog. The name came to me while I was unloading the dishwasher (Man, I do all of my best thinking while I’m unloading the dishwasher! Is there some kind of mental forcefield there, just willing thoughts into my head? Or is it that I’m just constantly unloading the damn dishwasher?). So I signed up with WordPress, logged in….and realized I had nothing to say. Oh, I had things to say, I just didn’t believe anyone else would find any of it compelling in any way. Pushing the “Publish” button that first time created a wave of nausea that threatened to reintroduce me to my breakfast. Turns out I needn’t have worried. No one was reading, anyway.
I shouldn’t say no one. My lovely friend Sulya read, as did her equally lovely family. And the occasional confused individual typed something into Google that brought them here. (The most frequently searched term? Bush pies. It’s not what you think.) Then, Sulya started paying her blog friends to read me. Thanks, kid!
Being added to Max’s blogroll. The first blogroll I was ever on. A real, live, getting-paid-to-do-it, writer liked what I had to say. Meant a lot then, still does now.
Getting reviewed by Ask & Ye Shall Receive. The review turned out well, but the best part of the experience was the time I had to wait between submitting and getting the review. Because in that time, I had to do a whole lot of thinking about my writing, and I managed to get to a place where I was OK with this blog, no matter what they would have said (“Oh YEAH, easy to say now, isn’t it?”)
All the wonderful bloggers I’ve met. I fucking love you snarky, hilarious, riveting, eloquent, deranged, insomniac, self-conscious, genius, semi-pornographic, uplifting bastards!
Things I Have Learned this Year:
People like to read about themselves. Even if it’s not flattering.
If you hit the “Next” button on a WordPress blog, to search for a random blog, one time out of ten, you’ll find yourself looking at a blog about “Club Penguin”. What the deuce is Club Penguin???
When I password protected a post, I got a glimpse into what its like to be a gas station attendant, passing out the washroom key. Neither party really wanted to make eye contact; most visitors just want to get in, do their business, and get out.
There are a lot of “It’s My Blog’s First Birthday!” posts. There are not a lot of “It’s My Blog’s Second Birthday” posts.
I’ll see what I can do.
To everyone who has read, commented, linked, or blogrolled me: Thanks. A lot.
P.S. The observant/anal-retentive amongst you may notice that my first post was on June 7, not June 5. The “real” first post got rolled into the “About Me” page. So the first post is actually the second post. Oh crap, I feel like I may have fucked with the space-time continuum. Oops. My bad.