I have been writing on this blog for seven years.
I don't know how it happened. It doesn't feel like seven years. But the calendar tells no lies (unless you're talking to the Mayans, it seems).
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There have been ups and downs, I have gone MIA for months at a time without explanation, and I have suddenly returned (once again without explanation). Yet here I am, trucking away, seven years later on this same old blog.
The funny part is that I still haven't finished those damned writing exercises. We're on - what - #206 now? Oh, only 149 to go...
Oh, the humiliation.
Honestly, I'm not too butthurt about it. I've gone through a lot of crap over the last seven years, and the fact that I'm still writing at all is a victory in and of itself. I've definitely grown as an author, and I can see a stark difference between the way I used to write and the way I write now.
SIDE NOTE: Seriously, go back and read some of the really old posts. They are... dismal. I refuse to remove them simply because I'm unafraid of where I have come from and feel like those posts, while truly horrifying, would be a good tool to use for another aspiring writer / blogger later on. "See? Even she wrote complete and utter drivel! There's hope for me yet!"
Not only that, but my process has changed as well. I'm actually pre-planning posts as opposed to writing them the night before or even the day of and publishing immediately (shhh... don't tell anyone, but I'm totally writing this on Sunday, 6/29, and this isn't going to publish until 7/5).
I've learned innumerable things over the last 7 years, and I wouldn't trade that knowledge for the world.
Here's to another 7, eh?