Greetings to you all - I am about to throw my hands up and shout, yea me! I did it. I made it through the haze and the craze and all the ways life has to make you stop, but I am still writing little bits and shooting my very own little pix and it's been one year here as of January 11, 2013. I am celebrating my very first year blogoversary and I want you all to kick back and celebrate with me because, just like Katy Perry says, I am a firework.
You deserve all the credit, you all, you readers you. I have pushed my agenda, bored you with my dumb vacation pictures, stunned you (I am sure) with the way I can find art in yellow cars and dead plants, shocked you to find that some buildings in New York get reflected in other buildings in New York, and I even drew a pirate once.
You prompted me to write fiction, something I hadn't done since Grade Two. You prompted me to write poetry which I still think can be kinda dumb. And you prompted me to keep looking for an "Editors Pick" even when we didn't even know if we still had an editor. Where the hell do you find that kind of hope and hopelessness in the same place anymore, I ask you?
And I keep reading you, because you are my friends now. I want to know what bothers you, what inspires you, what gives you the creeps. I love the baby pictures, bunny pictures, horse pictures, and all of your photographs which are way more cool than mine. I know about your loves, your losses, your nerves and when you grieve, I grieve. I share your pain, your fears, and your great divine inspiration to keep writing when the world gives you lemons, because I bet there's only about two of you who could make lemonade with a gun to your head. I certainly can't.
So, open a bottle, tear into a bag of chips, because we have a lot to celebrate. Open is open and the lights are on and even when you think nobody's home, I'm here. And I'm happy.
(OK, don't stand around, get back to work!)