This blog isn't magnificent. I had rainbow dreams and sweet-tasting goals when I first put my words here. This space was going to help me accomplish huge things. No dice. I ended up so dispirited at times, I thought about quitting. Why keep giving energy to this?
Is this a wash of an endeavor, though? I didn't get famous, but I met a few nice people. I don't blog for a fancy periodical, but I have a place that's all mine with my name on it. There aren't millions of views, but I sometimes go over a hundred (and they aren't me refreshing every five seconds!). I managed to find a routine that works well, so I know I can refine unruly parameters into something that makes sense. Positive things don't always blast through your wall, Kool-Aid-Man style. Sometimes, they ruffle the curtain.
Here is to another decade of small positives (in the blogging realm, at least).
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Small publishing updates:
Night Music Journal accepted two of my poems late last month.