November 14th is my one year blogging anniversary. In honor of that, I put pictures of plumey fan-like plants I found by ground zero at the sorority house on Saturday. Aren't they festive?
You started blogging a year ago. Your initial reasons for getting started were to help you write as close to every day as possible and to suck you out of the vacuum where you had been writing and get some feedback. The free therapy sure hasn't hurt either. Sure, you've met a few creeps - ones that sent you cryptic and not so cryptic e-mails written all in caps and when you let your friend G. read them, he said, "Why does he keep yelling at me?" You also went through a little (or big) paranoid phase that drove you into the witness protection program where you changed your name and your blog and lost many, many readers. Mostly, you've met some really amazing people. You can still get all sappy and teary-eyed when you think of the support you received from people you had never met after the tornado.
Though sometimes, you think it would feel so freeing to just scrap the blog altogether and get some real writing done, you don't feel like you are quite there yet. The blog has helped you write better on your feet. Many nights, you've had less than an hour to dream up, write and sometimes even proofread a post before you publish. And while it has been painful for your readers, it's been a great way to clean your shit up as you write.
Okay, I'm over the second person bullshit and now I'm all first person and memoir style and stuff. With the very helpful suggestion from Long division, I'm slowly but surely saving all the posts on my old blog as drafts because it would be damn shame to lose all those pearls I dispensed at my other house of crap. So, please help yourself to some imaginary cake and have fun viewing the next plumage photo which was taken directly into the sun for that retina burning effect.