Tomorrow, this blog turns 11. I know children younger than my blog. I’m in the middle of a small existential crisis, but I don’t really feel any sense of crisis about the blog. I know why I do this. I get to write. I get to interact with lovely people. I get to organize my thoughts.
Ha ha ha. This is literally the only thing I do that makes any sense to me.
I wrote a thing this weekend for another place. (I’ll holler when it’s up.) I thought it wasn’t very good, but the editor loved it. It was nice to be reminded that, just because I can’t see the forest for the trees sometimes doesn’t mean there isn’t a forest.
Yes, I know what you mean, I was on a blog site for years and I loved it, I used to wonder what I was going to write about every week and sometimes I would do 3-4 a week. It took me a few days to work out how to do the blog but when I had it settled and then I used to do the blog.
I loved it.
I haven’t blogged for a few years now, and sometimes I miss it but cannot be bothered to sit here and do it.
Happy 11th Birthday, Tiny Cat Pants!
I got here I don’t know how long ago-it was from Echidne of the Snakes linking to the power of vaginas on Tenn. Legislature?-and you’re still the first blog I visit every day. You show me new ways to think of things. And you post about cats and dogs and afghans! Good times.
Hurray! I’m glad it’s still entertaining.
Happy Blogiversary!! I love this blog and visit it every day! And you can win afghans!! Congratulations.