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Two Years Of Blogging

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My blog is two years old today. I have written 192 posts, taken hundreds and hundreds of photos, and bought way too many books. I have sat down countless times convinced that I have nothing to say and frequently found that somehow the words keep coming. I have planned excursions solely to have something to write about. I have written blog posts in my head in the middle of the night and woken the next day mourning the words that I should have written down.

I post less frequently than I did at first. Every new toy loses its novelty after a while and I don’t have quite as much time to myself lately. But somehow, I keep coming back. I like having a place to put my thoughts. I like having a record of things we have done and places we have been. I love having a place where it is always perfectly acceptable to talk about books. It has introduced me to books I had never heard of and made me think about what I am reading.

There are a few things I have learned about my blog and my readers over the last two years. I’ve learned that posts about being a parent rarely do well but I keep writing them anyway because well, I am a parent and if I can’t vent about it on my blog then where can I? Neither do straight up book reviews, surprisingly enough, but that is fine because I am not good at straight book reviews.  However, a post with a list is pretty much a sure success. I’ve learned that people like to know a bit about the person behind the blog. I’ve discovered that sometimes it will be the post that breaks all the rules of what you think people like to read that will be the most read and commented on.  I’ve learned that I need to write what makes me happy whether people read it or not.

I’ve watched blogs come and go and readers come and go. Someone will comment on a few posts and then I will never hear from them again. Some posts will be popular, some won’t. At first, I worried (because that is my default setting) thinking that it was my fault, that I was doing something wrong. But, in time, I realized that the online world is ephemeral.  That sometimes you catch an eye for a moment, a day, a week. Then people move on, intentionally or unintentionally, and that is okay. But for all of you who come back post after post and week after week, thank you. Thank you for reading, thank you for commenting, thank you for preventing me from speaking into a void.

A few of my favorite posts from the last year.

Books As Our Identity

On Writing

This Is For The Quiet Ones

In Defense Of Fluff

Book Review–The Home-Maker By Dorothy Canfield Fisher

A blog by a book lover, tea drinker, and over-analyzer of life.

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