It’s really difficult to self edit. I can proof read what I’ve written a dozen times and still miss glaring spelling errors or grammatical mistakes, because I read what I’ve intended to write. Not what I’ve actually written.
So. I haven’t written anything more substantial than an email in quite a while. Admittedly a number of those emails were quite profound; like when confirming my attendance at upcoming team meetings in the vein of an overwrought Hemingway. And granted, I have written a few texts that have ended up being an epic four or five “pages” long. Hell, even some of my snapchats can get pretty wordy. No mere “send nudes” from this little black duck.
I’ve never been accused of being succinct.
So I’ve been nominated for a Liebster Award and have absolutely no idea what that means.
As far as I can tell it’s either the blogging equivalent of a well earned pat on the back from one of your peers, or the blogging equivalent of a chain email elderly relatives are compelled to pass on.
Perhaps it’s both.
I woke up Saturday morning, always a excellent way to begin the day, and after checking my emails/facebook I thought: “I guess I’ll check my blog.”
I had posted a tale on Thursday and thought it may have couple of views. Or perhaps, if I was lucky, an adventurous soul may have stumbled down the rabbit hole, liked what they read, and decided to follow my further adventures.
Views in the thousands? Triple figure “likes”? Dozens of new followers?