I had a blog topic all picked out for today…Fake It ‘Til You Make It…about my strategy for battling depression by just going through the motions. But it will keep for another day. Today when I logged in, WordPress congratulated me…this blog is one year old today. So I Thought I would do a bit of a walk down memory lane with all of you.
I literally began this blog as a means of answering my Literotica readers’ questions and comments. I got so tired of doing so in the comments section of the stories…and too often I cut the response short because I did not feel it appropriate to write a page long explanation.
A year on…and Kirsty, Sven, Mikael and Bjorn still have not found their happily ever afters…but we are getting close, folks. Five chapters…maybe less. Of course, in that year I have written over one hundred AND fifty thousand words in their story. Finished Ægir’s Captive and Ægir’s Bride and over half of Ægir’s Wife. So next time you want to complain about me not getting chapters out fast enough, just think… George R R Martin. (Oh, and the REAL Sven is just as heart-stopping as ever…especially when he lets the Mikael playful sadist side out. Sometimes the third time really is a charm.)
But over the course of that time, it became about so much more. It became a way to make friends…REAL connections with my readers. It comes as no surprise then that my best performing blog to date is the marriage of my writing and REAL life in Mother-in-Laws. Oh, and my son in China is adding to my collection. Though he is so much the rebellious son of his mother that unless immigration requires it…he may never succumb to societal pressure for a worthless piece of paper. He did tell me the other day that they do not plan to have children. I think he was a bit shocked when I told him… “Good on you. If you can’t commit your all to kids, then don’t have them.” I always love when I can still surprise them.
A couple of months back, I took a course on blogging. One of the things that he said was that blogging was a journey of self-discovery. It is therapy for me…talking to you…and occasionally you talking back to me. Over time, it has come to encompass all the eclectic and quirky parts of me from Serious Sunday to Mommy Monday to Freaky Friday…and all the other crazy days in between…it truly is the All REAL Tara Neale. Just ask my friends, who have sat down over coffee or wine with me. Yes, I am just this open, frank and crazy. And I would not have it any other way.
So what will the next year bring? I have no idea. My crystal ball got broken when they used forceps to deliver me. I hope it brings that Happily Ever After to my Ægir’s, a couple more stops closer to that for Sergeant Mike, and a few more book sales would not hurt either. But above all this… to steal Dolly’s words…
I wish you joy and happiness. I hope you have all you ever dreamed of, but above all this I wish you love. (Best Little Whorehouse in Texas)
Because after all that is my message to bring this world…
Life sucks…
Love is the only thing that makes it worth living…
And GREAT sex is the best way to show that special someone/s that you love them.
Goddess bless, protect and heal us all in the year to come. And may her sadistic bastard husband Fate look kindly upon you all too.
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