Today is a significant day, although not to anyone except me. It was one year ago today that this blog was created, but that in itself isn’t particularly noteworthy.
Yesterday a friend asked me why anyone would want to put information about oneself out into the anonymous public eye, and why anyone else would want to read trivia written by an unknown. She’s never read a blog and has no desire to. I found it difficult to justify to her why I do. Each reason I offered was met with a disparaging response.
So now I look back over this year of blogging with uncertainty and wonder if it has been wasted time and effort.
Many new cyber-friends and fellow writers have come my way by means of this blog—people I would never have known except for the internet. Via its vast network I’ve discovered authors, agents and editors all offering me glimpses of their personal and professional lives and sharing their expertise. I am richer and wiser for those encounters.
But I don’t require a blog of my own to search out such people, so does it really have any value? Honesty makes me acknowledge that it probably isn’t meaningful to many others, but when I reflect on who I was one year ago and how I felt about promoting myself then, I know I owe a lot to this small page on the World Wide Web. Because of it I have tiptoed into the open, pulling aside the curtain that separated the artificial layers of my persona from the authentic me. For an introverted writer that’s a gigantic achievement. It’s reason enough to keep me blogging into a second year. I may not have a published novel to promote here yet, but am I wasting my time and effort? I don’t think so! I’m here to stay.