…they say there are lies, damn lies and statistics, Mabel… that may well be, but I couldn’t help notice this morning when I tapped into my blog pages, that it tells me I’ve posted 1,700 posts since this blog first saw the light of day back in May 31st, 2012… and seemingly it has attracted a nudge over 17,000 comments, a delightfully balanced wee bit of symmetry in that… it all started back then, when this ol’ Scots Jurassic scribbler was advised that since I had become ‘an Author’, I should have a blog… I thought that was a terrific idea, except, I hadn’t the faintest clue what a blog was!… a speedy learning curve ensued, from which I’m still recovering, and presto, hey!… the blog was born… I think yeez might be tickled to see what I wrote as the maiden post… here it is, in all its historic gaucheness:
May 31st, 2012
…having dipped my toe in the bubbling waters of Writer-dom, the rest of my leg has suddenly been tugged under as well… I’m uncertain as to whether it’s a pleasurable, continuing excitement or p’raps the start of a niggle of fear… being the new social-media-challenged kid on the block here, I’ve been scratching around at other people’s blogs and stuff… none of your rummaging in dustbins or sneaky industrial espionage, you understand, just a peek at this fella and that gal, just trying to figure out really how it all works… results of that research, you’ll not be surprised to learn, is that I’m mostly none the wiser… I think I may have the equivalent of a black belt in ignorance… however, people who have had to suffer me in the past will tell you that being ignorant of matters has never deterred me from lunging right ahead a la Bull in the China Shop…so, if you hear the metaphorical tinkling of disintegrating porcelain, send me the bill… but here’s the thing… it seems (whisper it if you must) that there’s a growing swell of opinion that ‘going the self-publishing route’ may be casting off its former stigma… shudder the thought, it might even start to become fashionable… what is clear to this neophyte at any rate, is that droves of hitherto unpublished authors now rejoice in the fact that their name is attached to the ‘published’ label… it may be that Uncle Fred and Auntie Mabel are the two sole purchasers of the masterpiece that’s taken blood, sweat, tears, and not a little psychiatric counselling to tease out, but their baby is breathing somewhere in the ether world of Kindle et al… of course, it doesn’t really matter to me if anyone downloads my book or not (who the hell am I trying to kid!!) …another flash of the blindingly obvious is that having tasted that sweet, sweet ambrosia, the hypnosis of seeing my own name on Auntie Amazon Kindle best seller lists, my approach to this whole adventure is radically changing… as sure as eggs is eggs, I’m becoming resigned to the fact that I’m now destined to spend the rest of my life trying to catch up and understand even a smidgeon of how this all works… in the meantime, my minders here at the writing asylum would like you to know that I can be visited at weekends and other days with a ‘y’ in them… bring ice cream, lots of ice cream… I’ll report back soon… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!
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