2 Years

I’ve just realised something.
Something I missed.

Last week Glen’s Life passed the two years mark.

For two whole years I have been sitting here tapping away on my keyboard – desperately trying to be loved read paid laughed at – no it is loved isn’t it?

Rumbled.

In that time I have learned a mountain about writing, and improved my grammar by almost exactly three and a half percent. Most of that improvement was seen after my wife taught me how to spell grammar, if I am honest – the first time I used the damned word I spelled it grammer.

It took me a whole year to be brave enough to write the word ‘whether’ or ‘weather’ in any post, and I still get in trouble over the word ‘to’ or ‘too’. I just can’t seem to figure it out (in fact I wrote a whole post about that problem, purposefully never once using the word, apart from as a description under quote marks, which was absurdly difficult, but it was rubbish) (yes I know that doesn’t usually stop me publishing the post).

In two years, I have made some cracking virtual mates and now actually read blogs with a genuine interest.

Am I really the only blogger who never actually once read a blog before they started writing?

Madness – but there you go – I’m guilty.

Now I have some blogs that I know I will always read – you know who you are!

In two years I have been published once and guest posted two and a half times (the third guest post is written and due on Where's My Glow next month).

In two years I have achieved a relatively small readership compared to an awful lot of my much faster moving peers, but this I reluctantly accept as they are, at the end of the day, better blogs.

Oh I’d love to be Johnny McMany Followers, but in reality I absolutely love that anyone at all comes here and reads, and though my stats may be small, they are consistent and include some pretty damned impressive names in blogland, and I am proper excited to have you here.

So there you have it, I have begun my third year of writing down the nonsense that goes through my brain, on the assumption that it is interesting to people all across this planet of ours.

Successful?

Depends on your point of view, but probably not.

Crazy?

Yes.

Fun?

Absolutely love it. My fingers tingle when I write, my heart genuinely skips beats when I get comments, and slows down when I don’t.

It’s only supposed to be a hobby, but it isn’t.

It’s me.

It’s who I want to be.

It’s who I need to be.

Thank you – for helping be that person.

Thanks.



P.S. Katie and Marla – ‘blog’ more often please. Unless you are too busy writing a book, in which case carry on with that instead. Otherwise write woman.