First and foremost I would like to thank the 227 subscribers to this blog. My stats page says 3,565 followers but I think we can all agree that most of them are spammers. Needless to say, it cuts down on the thank you notes I should write, but won’t.
I’ve been blogging for almost three years and wow – what a journey. Okay, that’s some Emmy speech-making bullshit. What isn’t bullshit is that I’ve had the honor of connecting with so many of you. You’ve been kind and funny and generous and just weird enough that I’d invite you to a party if I liked groups of people, which I don’t, so that ends that awkward moment.
This has been a blog about nothing and everything, with much time lately spent down in the well of my navel talking about my journey (please read that phrase in a pompous voice, because that’s how I wrote it).
It all started when I was a little girl, dreaming about having my own blog…I begged my mummy and daddy every holiday and birthday. “Please, please, can I get one of those computer things, so I can tell a large audience what rubbish parents you’ve been?” Unfortunately, the computer at that time was housed in several buildings and there wasn’t enough wrapping paper.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, thank yous. Thank you for reading, commenting, liking and putting up with loads of unfocused nonsense about middle age and general disgruntlement. On that note, tomorrow I start publishing the winning entries for The Green Study “What’s on the B Side of that 45?” Contest.
Also, I got overly ambitious in 2014 and in August started a changing lifestyle blog called TGS Zen Garden. I post once a week about my exploratory journey (cue pompous voice) to living a healthier, happier life. I write about the change to a plant-based diet, the challenges and obstacles of staying fit, learning new habits, etc. And I pass on resources I discover along the way.
I’ve also recently restarted, for the third time in as many years, a fiction blog, TGS Writes. Short stories, once a week, as I work on strengthening my storytelling skills or, as I like to think of it, lying my ass off to you. It’s starting out well. My first story morphed into a tale of robot boobies. There’s an O. Henry Award with my name on it somewhere.
As goals go for 2014, I’ve awkwardly reached many of them. I haven’t done standup comedy yet, but there’s always next year to make a complete fool of myself. Also, my desire to sing “Stormy Weather” while stretched across a baby grand piano will have to wait until I can learn to sing, drink more and bedazzle my flannel shirts.
It’s been a marvelously uncomfortable year and fortunately it won’t end on December 31st, because next year it will be about rejection. Lots and lots of rejection as I sally forth into the world of publishing and do embarrassing self-promotional things even worse than this post. I hope you stick around for the ride, because I think things are about to get very funny. And you know I’ll tell you all about it.