it's getting harder to think up a title...
So, I've been thinking about my history here as a Joeuser blogger.
In one of my first articles, I wrote about my car. It was a boring article, and, truth be told, did nothing for me as a writer, let alone imagining what a reader would think about it. In fact, I was basically just writing from the top of my head, trying to get into the pattern of writing a short article everyday, compared to the novels that I had been writing previously. I remember that article as being one of the first most clearly because I was sure that my car was going to finally die. Well, it's been approximately 9 months and 20, ooo more kms, and the dear vehicle gave up. Luckily, my sister has got some money from her disaster fund and is paying for the repairs. She just bought herself a new car today. (well, new to her, at least.)
So, nine months and all I've got to show for it is approximately 190 articles; some interesting, some more boring than watching paint dry, and some that really shows the development of some pretty good online relationships formed here at Joeuser. I'll probably never get a chance to meet any of you, but the truth is, many of you are with me more often than you'd think.
For instance, on more than one occasion I am reminded of JeremyG's unique topics and personality in writing. I've never really come across a blogger where writing challenging and changing articles were so important. Whenever I reread a book that I loved as a child, I'm often reminded about Macky's article about getting all emotional about reading. In one of his responses he had mentioned a book that had a profound effect on me when I was less than 12.... it seemed odd at the time to have shared a moment with an almost complete stranger. Whenever I have a hard time with my sister, I can't help but think of some of the comments that Trinitie left behind, or when I'm all revved to see a good flick, I sometimes think of Phantom's awesome reviews. And when I want to think about friendship sincerely offered, all I have to do is think of Muggaz. And I will definitely never forget the Sisterhood (Jill, Karma, Dharma, and Grey) comprised of very loving, giving and bloody funny women! (Drinks are on me, if ever we do meet), nor the shared love of poetry in reading Ted's alwaysmoving words. I will always respect the great thought and passion of articles created by writers such as Wisefawn, Draginol, and Vanessa/Mig. Especially the challenging ones by Little Whip.
In retrospect, I've been honored to have had the opportunity to share my thoughts, hopes and dreams with such wonderful people named and unnamed. It's been truly amazing to read the stuff in other people's hearts as well. No, I haven't been drinking. It's an all out mushfest, but hell. As Mack said, getting emotional is nothing to apologize for.