Newsletter: Year Three
You turned three years old this month. I meant to mark the day with a happy little post, but I was busier than I thought and now it's been more than a week since your birthday. This is exactly the kind of thing you're going to bring up in therapy in your mid-twenties, isn't it?
Don't worry, blog, I will not forsake you so easily. We've been on quite the journey, you and I, and I think it's safe to say you have become my most successful writing project. Through you I have found my voice and managed to not lose my writing chops altogether. I won't deny that I sometimes fret over my nearly complete failure to Make Something Of Myself as a writer, or regretfully moon over all the fiction I have not written since finishing my creative writing degree.
But through it all, you've been here for me, encouraging me and laying on the guilt when I slack off too much and -- most importantly -- reminding me not to take myself too seriously. So tonight I raise my glass to you, and wish you many happy returns. And next year I'll make more of an effort to get you that pony you asked for.
Reading: Nation by Terry Pratchett
Playing: the Iron Man soundtrack