What a difference a year makes.
On Thursday 28 May 2009, I clicked Publish Post for the first time, and started a chain of events that have led me here. Starting from a basic desire to preserve my Twitter timeline, I've ended up spending a year blogging about all sorts of stuff.
A whole year of blogging! Happy anniversary to me!
That's 162 posts. 150,000 words*. 82 original pictures**. Thirteen masthead images. And one video. Which, while understandably lonely, wasn't at all bad. Perhaps it'll get together with The Tarot Card and bear spooky fruit.
[*/** Which explains where all my free time went.]
Anyway, that's just my end of it. People have actually read IndigoWrath, as written by Indigo Roth. There's been 1215 comments and thirteen awards. Not to mention many new friendships, emails, video chats, and direct messages on Twitter. My favourite statistic is that, of the modest 7250-odd "unique visits" to the blog, 2,500 were returning visitors.
That just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.
And I'm delighted to tell you that it's all your fault.
You keep coming back.
You've read about lions and badgers and bears; my best friend, the part-time evil genius; black eyes in police mugshots; my dubious family history; the carnage of unblocking a sink; daftness in the desert; Olympic heroics; time travel; Shakespearean antics; hectoring from a talking spine; my varsity athleticism; travel to exotic locations; a timeless joy of snow; penguins running amok in my Twitter archive; outrageous-but-true spy antics; and the fear that gnaws at my soul.
Oh, and the New Four Horsemen Of The Apocalypse.
Not to mention that damned squiddrel.
You've read it all and keep visiting my unpredictable, eclectic, brainfarting, surrealist, occasionally-thoughtful, genre-busting, badger-bun-fight of a blog.
I write it for me, let's make no bones about it.
I write so I can try and scratch this relentless creative itch.
But you make it so much more.
So, from the bottom of my pizza fund, thank you.
I'd write more, but I deserve an evening off occasionally, and to be honest I've noticed some restless folks in the back row. The ones who thought there would be cake.
Move along home folks, nothing to see here today.
But next time? Well, who knows?
Year Two looms large.
In fact, it's going to be huge.
Dedicated to Matthew, who says I should link more
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