That’s not really an anniversary cake, that’s Harriet’s birthday cake, which she had to bake for herself, guaranteeing that it would be amazing, and it was.
So I’m co-opting that cake to celebrate the 1-year anniversary of my blog. I’m late to blogging, very late. I know that. Blogs are so some other era. But I wanted to expand my range of writing and take ten minutes to finish a post rather than two years to write a novel.
I’ve come to like the quick, creative energy I drum up to write a blog post. I rarely write more than a single draft (it probably shows) other than to check for errors. That’s half the beauty of writing a blog that few people read: the stakes are low. I can write whatever I damn well please.
In honor of this anniversary, I’ve selected a few favorite posts from the 109 I’ve written over the past year. Here they are:
On my experience as a writer
My Brilliant Career outlines how I became a writer.
My First Novel Was a Disaster, but hey, I was a beginner.
I got into SIX-WORD MEMOIRS. Boy, are they short.
Exploration of self
My coronavirus diary
To my parents
I wrote something about both my mom and dad:
I write book and movie reviews. Here’s my most recent one: THE UNBEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING