Tomorrow is a momentous day… for me at least.
One year ago tomorrow, I launched this blog, with the purpose of amazing, entertaining and astounding you.
I may have fallen a little short. I re-read some of those early posts, full of the green sap of hope and enthusiasm. I even placed an expectation of “3 writings a week” in one of them.
Can you hear the manic laughter? That’s my Muse. Saying something along the lines of “Bitch, please.”
But I stuck with it, submitting 30 or so writings for consumption (and/or regurgitation).
Some obviously resonated more than others. I saw lots of hits at first, then slowly tapering off to the occasional hiccup bump. My band member friends call empty rooms “playing to the crickets.” It seems as though I’ve been writing for the crickets.
Hey, I get it. Life gets in the way. Many things vie for our attention these days, especially things like assertive offspring who somehow feel entitled to my free time.
Who am I kidding? I have very little “free time” and even less time to write.
But I feel like a success. I maintained some steady output of words despite long separations from the Muse. Sometimes, I wrung the words out of whatever life happened to be handing me at that moment.
And some of you read them. A few of you even read them all. Fewer still were exceptionally kind enough to comment, like or share them via Facebook, et al.
For that, you have my undying gratitude. I got just enough feedback to keep me going during those barren days at the keyboard.
One year. 30-odd posts. Hundreds of views. Thousands of words.
Finally, those gibbering spirits of my long-dead writing coaches (Bukowski, Papa Hemingway, the good Dr. Thompson) have abated some. And I can look in the mirror with confidence and say,
I am a writer. A writer who stuck to something for an entire year.
So I will celebrate Bloggerelstl’s birthday tomorrow. With a toast, and perhaps a cigarette or three.
And I will celebrate all of you, who continue to stick with me.
I thank you. I. Thank. You!