In true blogaversary fashion I've been reading through some old posts and comments; thinking about how much fun I've had hanging out with you all and how much has changed. It also happens to be my wedding anniversary this Sunday. Yep I got myself hitched on Father's Day...a little off-beat I know, but that's how I roll. With Father's Day approaching, my coinciding versaries, and my daughter leaving for a 4-week summer camp tommorow, I've been a mixed bag of melancholy and misty-eyed contentment.
Last week I posted links to some old recordings from when I had my jazz trio a few years back. In the coming days I will post a video of me performing in--and not winning-- an American Idol-lite karaoke competition. When I started blogging here last Summer, I could not have imagined sharing such things. Never before had I dared to share a video or audio recording in six years as a performer. I've always been the kind you had to catch live. Strange again, I know, but that was the me before I started writing, or shall we say, sharing.
Wouldn't it be nice if on each blogaversary you could have your pick of say ten favorites to read through all your work and evaluate you; a little clinic if you will. Emily would pay them handsomely for their time of course and they would provide an honest to goodness report card. Given that OS is not a critical environment, this would be very cool.
As far as my personal development as a blogger (still not comfortable calling myself a writer). I would have to give myself a C+ with an A for effort. I'm still an eager beaver compulsive, often publishing before a piece is properly edited, then editing obsessively after everyone who's opinion I value has already read it. Assbackwards. I'm not sure why I do this, but I can't seem to help myself. Also, I never settled on a particular direction the way I'd always planned. I'm still writing all over the place... whatever catches my fancy on this day or that. I do make lists, but I always lose them and write on the fly. As a commenter, I still suffer from what Dostoyevsky referred to as "incontinence of speech. " On the upside, I have learned to curb my comma fetish, sort of.
What has changed drastically and for the better and for sure--my reading habits.
When I first arrived here, I thought of OS as a vehicle for me and my ambitions--whatever they were/are--and much of my reading was strategic. I mostly read to get read. Don't get me wrong, I've always been an avid reader, but it seemed to me at the time that the really great writing could only be found in professional publications...Newspapers, novels, magazines, etc., places where people were good enough to get paid for their trouble. I noticed a few terrific OS writers right away and followed them, but I didn't read widely and truly appreciate the depth of talent the way I do today. As I said in one of my OS Weekly posts, OS is Amateur Hour, Carnegie Hall, and everything in-between. As a reader, there's no place I'd rather be.
So here are a few highlights of my work compiled at the request of one Mr. Coffee, who claims he's ready to dig in here and read me. I'm not holding my breath. Please feel free to peruse as you like.
First post ever--
Obama: Role Model-In-Chief . Remember when the Prez said ass on TV? That was a little weird for me. I started typing my mind that night and haven't stopped since.
First EP and only Cross-Post on Big Momma Salon--
1. Murder on the Hilltop (EP)
The gossip rag-
OS Weekly 1-Alysa Salzburg Sets the Scene for Peace Talks
OS Weekly 2- Rebecca Sarwate is Healing, Writing, and Winning
OS Weekly 3- iamsurly is bustin' balls and taking names
OS Weekly 4- Read Nikki Stern, Because I Say So!
OS Weekly 5--Linda Love
Of 14o posts and 26 Editor's Picks- my personal favorites
Who is God? ( a poem)
A Tale of Two Rallies -(EP)
To my readers- thanks for being there. Your kind attention has meant more to me than I can say.