In 2015 I decided I would post a blog post every single day of the year. And so I have done it. WordPress didn’t count every single post on the day it was intended for. My computer clock doesn’t work right, and their day ends something like four to six hours before mine does. (Greenwich Time?) So some of my posts were counted on the wrong day from my point of view. But that is just a technicality. I accomplished this writing goal while finishing a contest novel that has made it into the final round, and I did final edits on my novel Snow Babies so PDMI Publishing LLC can make an actual book of it.
WordPress says my blog was viewed 9,500 times in 2015. I am up to 759 followers, some of whom seem to like every post I put up. I have gotten no real troll comments so far (probably due to the fact that the only people who look in on my humble blog are the kind that like to read the sort of stuff I write). No readers have as yet made it their personal mission in life to try to save the world from my brain-boggling goofiness and potential for killing people by making them laugh themselves to death. Either those readers haven’t found me yet, or my posts are not as grin-inducing as I tell myself when I am lying to myself on a semi-daily basis.
I will have posted 776 posts with the posting of this one in all the time I have been writing on WordPress. It is a lot of wordy talkiness in printy printyness. And I have not stopped the flow yet. I need a break from posting, but just as I posted every day for two months before 2015, I will probably need some time to break the bad habits I have developed over the last year. I still need to blog, because it is the only writing I do that gives me any kind of feedback beyond editors saying, “You can’t write that in a young-adult novel!” or, “People don’t actually talk like that in real life. You can’t just go around inventing new language.” (But Shakespeare did it… or, rather, whoever really wrote Shakespeare’s plays did it… so I have the right to try, consequences to the sanity of Western Civilization be damned.) So I will continue to cut and paste purple paisley prose into this brain-bogglingly bumptious blog, and I will continue to illustrate it with perfectly pickled Paffooney pictures.