October 20, remember that date. It was my third anniversary yesterday and I missed it completely. Three years have passed. Already? It feels like it was a few months ago. Do you have the same feeling or it’s just me? Well, if I did my blabbering correctly, we would have a double anniversary today, but life and work got in the way.
In that name, I’d like to make a short retrospection over what happened during these three years on my blog.
I got many followers, even I haven’t really tried to amass lots of people. I mean, I haven’t written that sort of posts that would attract many people. I was just being myself and it appears some of you liked me. Which is nice, knowing I am enough to entertain.
Besides that, I worked my schedule to post at least every second day or night. This is to stay in touch with you, have some quality conversation, exchange ideas and hang out. Sometimes, I miss that first year when I was still learning how to blog, what to write, how to tone my voice and write stories every day. It was fun, but all good things eventually come to an end. Stories? I left them for Patreon. I can’t find time to write every day, I can’t summon inspiration like I used to, I can’t find time to be around. It’s kind of sad, really. I do miss those carefree days when my mission was to look at the Daily Prompt word and create a story about it that sporadically evolved in longer writeups, full-size stories and fun experiments with the styles.
The thing I hate the most is that I’ve lost touch with you and many more blogger friends that don’t write anymore. When I go to the list of blogs I liked, because those were not just blabberings like mine, but those were people and their ideas, and the last time they added a story or a quote was two years ago, I get concerned, I start to worry. I sent an email to a few of them, asking if everything is alright and why don’t they write, I don’t get a reply. I can only think of the worst. An alien abduction, that is the only reason why I would stop writing and it must be the one that made them be so distant.
I tend to have a day when I read your stuff from the past few days and leave a like, or just leave a social like when my time is running out. When I was younger, three years back to be exact, I thought this would be different, fun, stay thrilling just like in the beginning. Never have I ever could predict that I’d become an editor, a designer and an esteemed member in the Association which is going to publish my first novel.
And all of that happened in three years. Can you believe it?