We Turn Three Today!

Hullo!

Didja miss me? Hush, now, Robert. Just agree politely like the kind bobblehead you are. Inflate my self-confidence.

Hiatus is over. I have returned to rule over you with my fist of iron and chocolate sprinkles!

And what do you know… but I have returned on the very day of my blogoversary!

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Okay, dudes, I just used the word “blogoversary.” Someone please shoot me now.

I am never using that word again. Never, Robert. Don’t argue.

Yes, indeed. I have been blogging for three years. Ugh. Way to make me feel old, my child.

So… if my blog is “my child,” that means I gave birth three years ago? Gross? And we’re finally through the toddler years, so huzzah for that! Terrible Twos are the worst, lemme tell you.

To be honest,  I think we dove straight into the rebellious teen years already. Next thing you know my blog will be an adult and no longer need my guidance and direction for its life.

It’s growin’ up so fast!

What am I doing? Rambling, Robert. Thank you eternally for noticing. I am talking to random names I make up on the spot about literally nothing.

Let’s get back on topic, shall we?

Blogging. Me. Three years. Happiness and confetti? Also I’m not on hiatus anymore. Which essentially means that you can anticipate all kinds of fabulously sarcastic rants from me in the near future. Aren’t you excited? I’m excited.

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Because even three years of blogging is not enough to transform me into a Cool Blogger, I’m not throwing a big party or hosting a giveaway or an event. I’m not even creating a tag.

Lame, I know.

But I’m lazy. You knew this when you sold your eternal soul to me.

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Let’s just look at some stats or something, okay? Okay.

When I celebrated my first blogging anniversary, I had no followers.

When I celebrated my second blogging anniversary, I had two followers.

And now I have… seventy? I’m not good with numbers. But I’m pretty sure it’s seventy?┬áImprovement, I say!

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I am proud. Quite proud. Alas, most of those followers don’t comment. Ever. Apparently I’m doing something wrong?

So… moving on! What other stats can we discuss? I am not an incredibly statistical person, so this is rather difficult for me…

Let us review the past three years, shall we?

We shall.

In three years this blog went from being a Broody Philosophical Musings Blog to being a Book Review Blog to being a Writing Blog. I’m happy with this evolution, but I’m not going to say that it become something else in the future. Feel warned.

In three years I discovered my blogging voice, which is much more casual and approachable than it used to be. This, in turn, has improved my formal writing style. Notably in the humor department, which is good because my novels have a slight tendency to be horribly depressing.

In three years I made friends, something I must admit I did not foresee at all. You’ll think me strange, but I thought blogging was about sitting on a glorious throne in the distance and communicating with you peasants from afar. It never occurred to me that some of you would become dear friends. Not to name names or anything, but meeting Kenzie has to be one of the best things to ever happen to me. Becoming friends has been the most fun I’ve had in a long time.

In three years I’ve moved this blog around… a lot. And I’ve finally settled in and am currently feeling quite cozy.

In three years I made countless headers but never one I was so thrilled with as the one that is up there right now! Gaze upon it and be proud of me, my children.

In three years, I tried to finagle my way into a variety of blogging communities and writing groups and it never worked all that well. And then I met a few lovely women who kind of just sprang into existence and we magically formed our own little writing communtiy. I love you guys so much!

And… that is all I have to say.

The end.

But remember – I’m back!

So stay tuned because I have some exciting posts coming up! And I’ll give you a little hint… they won’t be written by me!

Now you may proceed to congratulate me and offer me ice cream and cookies. Go on, do it.

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