What a year it has been. Lots of twists and turns, a return to the office (hybrid this time), a few cancelled plans and trips, and suddenly it’s December. No offense, 2022, but I’m ready for 2023.
Inigo is hanging in there, a senior bird at the ripe old age of 21. We’re at the point where every day is a gift, but I choose to celebrate his life while he’s here, rather than spend any precious time with him thinking about the time when he won’t be.
But let’s get to Holidailies, shall we? Today my random prompt was “Why did you start blogging/writing online?”
I started writing online because I could. In fact, it was 20 years ago this month when I first discovered that you could write stuff on the Internet. I had participated in NaNoWriMo in 2002, and someone on one of the forums asked if anyone there had a diary on Diaryland. I clicked the link, and here we are. I’m not even going to tell you the name of the diary because I later moved it to WordPress as a .com and completely forgot to pay for the domain, and now that domain is a Japanese porno site, no joke.
But here’s my Internet birth certificate:
Along the way I’ve met so many fascinating people, and some have become great friends “in real life,” as we used to say.
And now, to try to post this. WordPress isn’t agreeing with me. Or my browser. Or something. Back to the Classic Editor I go, because I have tried multiple times to use the Block Editor and just no.