In January of 2013, I started this blog and wrote a post. I hit “publish” even though I had zero followers and hadn’t invited anyone to read it. Here’s part of what I wrote:
I don’t know where my ideas will come from, or if I will ever even have another one, never mind a decent one. I’m sort of winging it here. My hope is that these words I’m waiting on will magically reveal themselves to me and I’ll have something to share.
For three years I’ve been on and off with Waiting on a Word. This will be my 193rd post, which may sound like a lot, but some bloggers do that in way less time. I’ve been sporadic. I’ve had months where I’ve posted multiple times a week, and times when I’ve gone on months-long hiatuses.
Through it all, I love this blog. I love having my own little corner of the interwebs. I love looking back on my old posts–sometimes cringing but mostly smiling–to relive certain events (like here when my little M. was in the school play; and here about seeing Pearl Jam live), or to see my attempts at fiction (like here when I wrote a little YA snippet), or to remember my mindset at a certain time (like here when I wrote about feeling in a rut). Sometimes I joke around (like here when I wrote about recasting “The Love Boat”) and sometimes I’m serious (like here when I wrote about having a special needs child).
I don’t always know what to write in this space, and sometimes that stresses me out. But I know it’s always waiting on my words for when I’m ready.
So, thanks for letting me share my writing corner and for taking the time to read my posts. Go ahead! Indulge in a piece of blog-iversary cake in honor of WOAW. You deserve it!
Have a great rest of your Sunday.🙂