Blogging Does Not An Author Make

What the heck happened? Where did my week go?

I'm sure you're probably asking yourself the very same question(s).

I swear I grudgingly, blinkingly, force myself out of bed on Monday mornings and the next thing I know - its Friday. Happens faithfully every week.

But this makes me reflect on time in general. I had one such reflective day on Wednesday this week. Why, you may ask? Well for one reason, had my mother been alive it would have been her 88th birthday. Thinking of her birthday ALWAYS makes me do the math on my own. But I'll dodge this topic for another day.

The other item I reflected on was that January 27th is an anniversary of sorts for me. I began blogging on January 27th, 2004 (on another blog hosting site. I didn't move over to blogspot until a few years ago).

Six years of putting myself out there. Six years of whining, and weeping, and celebrating, and cavorting, and gnashing of teeth. I've gained friends, drifted in and out of others lives, and loved every journal-ling moment of it.

I've balanced on a fine line of what's too much information, and what's just enough to keep you coming back, or at least enough not to embarrass myself with. I constantly try to remind myself who I'm writing for. For Me? Or for you? But lets face it - we all want to be read by a blogroll a mile long. I write what I want people to read, and come back to keep on reading. I want you to like me. I want you to want to read me - like a good drug. I want to endear myself so fully to you that you will read me regardless of the trollop I put out. (Believe me when I say I know that I put out a fair amount of rubbish, at least I think so when I go back and read my early writings).

All that to say - Yay me! Six years behind me, and untold stories ahead of me. Lucky you's.