It has been a little more than ten months since I posted the very first post here on A Glass of Bubbly, and I remember it very well. How afraid I was, yet still almost aggressive in that I could and would do this. That I dared to set out on my own and that I could build something with only my words.
The agreement I made with myself that I would post no less than two posts per day and that I would be thrilled if my blog got 50 hits per week. I decided that I was writing for me, and me alone (in an attempt to prevent me from being upset if no one else liked what I wrote) and that anyone who didn’t like my writing would be free to bugger off somewhere else. This was MY creative space!
I had a lot of ideas on what I should write here… The poetry, the essay scribblings, the opinion pieces, the ‘On this day’ segment and the first few months I wrote as if I was on fire. I could come up with a whole essay on the way to work in the morning, a couple of poems during lunch and a whole bunch of stuff in the evening. I was living and breathing A Glass of Bubbly, and the fact that people actually read my scribbles – whether poetic or otherwise – was a constant shock to me. But they did, and they do, and after ten months, and in spite of not being at all as prolific any longer as I was initially, I have celebrated 30,000 hits and today I published my 1000th post. In ten months!
To be honest I’m not even sure I know myself all the poems and essay scribblings I’ve posted, and I suppose a lot of it is real crap, but right now… Right now I’m just so very proud of A Glass of Bubbly, of myself and of all you who actually make the effort to come here and read.
Thank you so very much for making this dream come true!