Not long ago, I discovered this sweet little tool called Stat Counter. It tells me all sorts of great stuff about my blog, like how many people are coming by, how often they come by, where they come from. That sort of thing. And the last few locations where my blog was accessed?
Delhi, Salt Lake City, New York, Bangalore, Brisbane, Copenhagen, Plano, Manila, Leduc….
So. Yeah. That’s awesome. And recently? I sent off two different prize packages to India and others to the Philippines and Canada. How totally cool is that? Because I feel connected. Like maybe the world is not such a large place. If someone from Slovakia or Malaysia is able to read my silly little blog, then maybe, just maybe our voices carry much farther than we think. While this is scary and overwhelming, it’s also an amazing thought. I begin to understand that blogging is not such a small thing. And neither are we as human beings.
So I’m glad I do this. Only a year ago, I started taking this blogging thing more seriously. Before that point, my blog had been private, just a way to connect with family while living overseas. But even when I went public, I don’t think I was really scared, you know? I thought, who wants to read some random blog anyway? And then M. Gray started following me one day, and I was like WTF? Who’s this person? (Hey, Mary! <3) And then more and more people just started coming by, following me and stuff, giving me these awards, like what?! Really?! I’m nobody.
And after a year I’m still sort of thinking, WTF I’m nobody. Except, now I’m a nobody that knows a ton more people. Blogging has led me to meet critique partners and betas (check out my blogging CPs and betas in my sidebar). I’ve held contests, learned how to vlog without breaking down into a vomiting fit, and even had the opportunity to connect with some well respected authors. I’ve joined the Bookanistas, which has forced me to set my writing aside and read and review on a regular basis, but just as importantly, it has allowed me to connect with yet more amazing people. Blogging has been a fantastic experience.
I have begun a new WIP. And it’s freaking awesome. Like, so delicious that I can’t stop eating it all up. It is all I think about. I’m still at the stage where I talk about it with my husband like, “OMG, what about if I make them…” But I know it won’t be long before my ramblings turn into, “Ha! You should see what John just did to Jane. It’s ridiculous. Insane, I tell you.” Obsessive? Oh yeah. But it’s just so damn sweet, I. Can’t. Stop. In part because I LOVE this story, but it’s also just how I operate. New WIP=Freakish obsession. In fact, I’m working frantically on this post in the middle of the night after finally forcing myself to
stop take a short break from writing. And to be honest? I really sort of want to stop doing this right now and go back to my story. It’s not that I don’t love you, my dear bloggie friends. It’s just that I’m writing-OCD. And I’m seriously zonked.
I can’t keep this up—blogging, tweeting, Facebooking, AND writing-obsessing, not unless I stop sleeping altogether. If I keep trying, I will lose my hair. And I can’t go bald, people. I have an alien-shaped skull. For real. So, time for a hiatus. A sort of hiatus. Like one where if I’m not posting or tweeting or responding to messages or commenting on blogs, you know I’m likely writing. BUT. If I do post or tweet or respond to messages or comment on blogs, you know I’m probably taking a sugar/peanut butter break or had something really important to say or maybe I’m simply trying to create a WTF-Looks-like-Nobody’s-back! moment.
Come on then. Chin up. Surely you understand. I know you’ll try really hard to keep on without me. *Sniff* *Hands you a tissue* It’s just…I need to get some sleep. I’m tired, yo. And my book baby is calling.
Commencing Book Baby Hibernation in
Tell me I’m not the only one who needs this right now.