One year ago today, I reached the high point on my blog–the greatest number of hits in a single day.
I came to blogging semi-reluctantly and 13 months later, I still have reservations. I frequently consider stopping, but a recent long hiatus notwithstanding, I’m still here.
I sometimes look back at that Mother’s Day post for clues–it was so different from most of the writing I do here.
It felt good to write it, to sort of nod at the sadness that’s behind some of my writing-related achievements. But there’s a part of me that feels all this should really be private. I suspect it’s right next to the part of me that would feel enormously relieved if someone demanded that I stop blogging. (That I picture that someone as the illustration from my childhood edition of JACK AND THE BEANSTALK is probably something best saved for another day.)
But as I have said before, I enjoy getting to know the authors and illustrators behind the books I admire. And the readers I’ve met here. That’s the best thing about blogging, without a doubt.
And there’s good stuff in the pipeline: a writer/illustrator team that shares a first name and an adorable book, an illustrator making his debut as an author and leaving the artwork to someone else, and a very creative nonfiction writer who found success by moving WAY beyond her comfort zone.
So stay tuned. I’m still here. For now.