Remember back in the stone age of social media- like around 2010?
I had heard about this thing called a ‘Blog’ and was led to believe, after looking at a few, that all one had to do was purchase a (dot)com domain, snap a few pic’s and share omnipotence.
Easy… I’m in. I’ve got
Off I went out into the garden, iphone in hand, snapsnapsnap, these are delphiniums.
Off I went into the kitchen, spoon in hand, snapsnapsnap, this is a cookie.
Edit post. Make it seem like NOT just another cookie. Press publish, and…
So, after a bit more investigating, joining in a few like-minded blogging groups, reading, commenting and sharing a few other’s blog posts, and overwhelming the internet with my shizz on a daily basis (Because- duh, more was better right?) I graduated from a Freshman wet-behind-the-ears and desperate to be heard, to a Sophomore with attitude (after I let my twin out of the car trunk to help me find my ‘voice’), to a Junior with confidence, to a Senior who has found her groove and posted less (Because- duh, quality over quantity).
Along the way I have created wonderful relationships with so many other bloggers and book writers and restauranteurs and shopkeepers that there isn’t enough space to mention them all- you know who you are.
But the most surprising relationships that this little ‘ole blog has created are among READERS. You know- just the run of the mill hard working, have crazy relations, I’ve lost my keys and the dog has shit on the good rug- kind of run-of-the-mill people.
The US in all of us.
Now, please imagine my mind being blown when, sipping cognac with my daughter in the 16th Arrondissement in Paris and posting selfies to Instagram like good Americans, I received a Facebook private message *ding* from a long time European reader who was only three Metro stops away and pleaded her case with “Please let me come. I want to meet you. You are important to me.”
Well… ‘The World has finally balanced’ came to mind, but instead I caught my breath, fake-lamented with my daughter that ‘fans’ joining us for cocktails was the price of having a celebrity parent (Insert: Daughter’s eye roll and a whispered acknowledgment in the form of a smirky “Right”) and had the pleasure, in short order, of my dear dear Petra- beautiful, brilliant, and better in every way then I could have imagined.
So, the next time your mother comments on that thing you do on “Email” (Good God) and suggests after a four word read on a two year old post that you may have a personality disorder and your sentence structure is lacking I want all of us bloggers to remember what makes this often times thankless craft splendid and thought provoking and worthwhile…
Marvelous READERS and all they bring to our quills.
Thank you Petra. You are my heart.
Postscript: As if THIS wasn’t amazing enough, the same thing happened in London with another reader!
It’s a small bloggy world people and I plan on blogging it up!