Much like a one year old child, the last twelve months has seen me throw my toys out of the pram, vomit everywhere, and cry myself into an exhausted sleep. I have documented much of this on my blog (though I left the bits out about pooping in my nappy…)
In your first year of life you start to learn to walk, cut your first teeth and perhaps learn to say a word that doesn’t sound like ‘gaaah’. I think there are many similarities between blogging and babies, in that we both learn as we go along and our failures and successes have usually been witnessed by other people.
I have gone back to the first days of my blog and cringed at some of the things I posted this time last year. I must have sounded so earnest in my meandering musings about what it means to become a ‘real’ writer. At first, I valued quantity over quality and this probably showed in a number of my early posts. I have now found my groove, so to speak, and aim to publish two posts a week: a flash fiction attempt and my regular Thoughts for Friday column.
My Thoughts posts have also evolved over the past year and have ranged from thoughts on writing, some self-therapy and realisation, moving home, and now just general musings on whatever has stuck in my mind recently.
There are also my attempts at flash fiction which one would hope have improved since I first began writing them. There are also a number of standalone essays that I’ve written on a number of topics, ranging from moving home to balls, rods and anything else remotely smut-based that I can think of.
Perhaps the most pleasing thing for me has been the growth of my blog from a rather rough and ready beginning to a site that now has 499 followers. I never assumed that, this time last year, my blog would have quite as many followers as it does.
Thank you to everyone who has ‘liked’, commented or reblogged any of my posts and the 499 awesome people who have followed my site. The 500th person to follow my blog will have my undying gratitude because, well, I ain’t too proud to beg! 🙂