Today you thoughtfully congratulated me on my one year blogging anniversary with a cute little champagne glass. To celebrate, I looked through my umpteen pages of posts on my dashboard, and read snippets along the way. And I discovered that you have allowed my readers to know me better than my own family. Wow, I have posted about a lotta stuff. A book of memoirs really. And you are my free publisher.
Well, sorta free. I did opt for customization. But that was my choice. I am a sucker for fonts and changing out color schemes. I actually tried 5 different themes. And blogged about all the hours I spent trying them on one by one, changing all the colors and backgrounds until I found the perfect fit for me (My Restless Site Syndrome). And you have so much to offer that I did find the perfect fit a few months ago. I love Nuntius. Not popular, but it has great bones, and I think I have been creative with my customization.
And I am not an artist. But you helped me create a blog that looks like I knew what I was doing. What an accomplishment.
And I think I am a little better at blogging than I was when I started. I saw lots of mistakes that I started to correct, then stopped. After all, I was not reading to edit. They are perfect for who I was then.
This blog started as a place to write amateur poetry, and it morphed into a hot mess. But it is my hot mess, and I am a better person for the time spent creating poems, making up goofy quotes, sharing stories and even singing into a Rock Band mic at the risk of losing every hard-earned follower.
This blog is my therapy. It has helped me practice word recall, a problem I developed after reconstruction surgery and cancer. For while I still struggle with remembering words, poetry now pours out of my head, comfortable in the knowledge that it stands on a great platform. You perfectly frame the better attempts and soften the bad. You have aided my brains’ attempt to heal itself. You help me when the darkness of bipolar depression grapple hooks my mood. And I have a place for my poetry with readers who inspire me to write more. Hmmm……that could be taken either way…..
I pour it out. My own literary penseive.
I am in love with this space, my very own little blip on the internet, writing about topics that are meaningful, or funny, or sad. Writing about the world as I have experienced it. Word Press is a venue that allows the concept of blogging to grow into art. Someday I hope to be a true WP artist. Until then, I will toddle on with my simple creations told with simple perspective.
I recently created a second blog for darker poetry. Fantasies of a Forlorn Fairy
I did it because you allowed me to. And I love going there when dark days need to be emptied out of my soul. And I found another theme that fit me to a “T”.
If you gave out anniversary presents, I would ask for a WP symbol that had a year 1 on it that I could display, and a fantasy theme where unicorns and fairies could dance with dragons.
While I will never be a blogger worthy of your attention or bragging rights, I often talk about you to anyone who will listen. Free word of mouth advertising, which is really all I can give back.
To my few followers, THANK you for reading a nobody’s simple blog. For while I would post even if no one read it, your comments are precious to me!