Thank you to everyone who read, liked, commented on and followed my blog last week. You all are part of what I can tell you was one of the best weeks of my life as a writer up to this point.
This blog has existed in an unlit corner of the internet since I started it a year ago. I’ve picked at it. Posted a few things. Taken long periods off while I thought about what I might want to do with the blog. I lamented the fact that no one was reading what I was writing, but I did recognize that obscurity gave me freedom. I could write what I wanted to — I could be edgy or sentimental, I could be stirring or ridiculous — and who would know? Who would care? I could embrace this space as a sketch pad, a place to experiment and maybe over time a few people would find me and be interested.
Then Freshly Pressed found me. “Get ready,” they said, “for a lot more visitors.” They understated what the experience would be. It was like tying a rope to a rocket. It was like being shot from a cannon. It was like the time when I was 6 and we were dog sitting our neighbor’s Siberian Husky and he saw a squirrel while I was holding his leash and he charged off across the yard and I belly-surfed a hundred yards before I realized I could just let go of the damn leash.
Except this time I don’t want to let go of the leash. I want to continue this ride but remain true to my initial goals for this blog: be free, be experimental, be bold, always be growing as a writer. The challenge for me is to do that — to remain true to myself — now that I know an audience is watching. You’ll see things in the days and weeks ahead that may be very different from the piece that brought you here. I hope you’ll stick with me; keep reading, keep giving me your feedback. It is beyond valuable to me and I am deeply grateful.
I’ve been underground so long as a writer I don’t yet know how to live in the light. But your encouragement in the last week has shown me that this is a good place to be.
Thank you for giving me that experience.