I love to write. It doesn’t really matter what I’m writing about but my overactive imagination is like a kid in the Disney store. It’s not about picking one thing to play with, it’s about running around touching everything, picking things up and turning them over and yelling “I want one! It’s so FLUFFY!!!” at the top of their voice.
It’s like that in my head. When I get the creative bug I start writing, think of another thing to talk about, start writing about that, touch on another topic, break that piece into two as I have gone off on another tangent, and then tie up all the loose ends ready for publishing. Like the metaphorical parent at the till.
Now Belle, I tell myself, you need to focus. Channel the funny. Channel the funn… ooooooh, remember when you fell down that hole and it was super embarrassing? That will get a giggle. Really you are just a laugh whore. Write a bit. Actually start writing about when you fell on your face. Actually remember that time when your pants landed on the floor at the pool and……
So it surprises me the sheer amount of you that actually think my musings are worth not only a read, but coming back for. This train of thought is sparked by two things.
1) A conversation had with my Daddy yesterday. He said “People really like your writing, Belle. I’m touched by all the ages they are and places they come from. They put real stock in your work”. “Well” I said “I have over four hundred and twenty subscribers so it’s them. My gang. The Tinker Tribe!! (This amused me for far longer than necessary)” “That’s an AWFUL LOT” he replied. And when I think about it actually yes, it is an awful lot. So thanks guys! (And if you haven’t subscribed, yes, you, sitting at your desk with the Jaffa cake. I can see you. Why the hell not?! Make sure you also follow me on Twitter and Facebook, where you will experience the shameless plugging that you are used to at all times).
2) The second was something that happened to me yesterday morning. Waiting for the girl I give a lift to work to, I browsed to WP on my mobile to see how many of you had checked in. normally at 8am I see around ninety where my American friends have hit my site in the early hours when I am sleeping. Six hundred and nine. SIX HUNDRED AND NINE? WTF?! I originally thought that couldn’t be right. Sometimes the site stats take a few hours to click over to the next day. “Bad WordPress” I thought. “Humpf”. I checked again on my lunch break. Nine hundred and sixty-seven. Where the heck are you guys coming from?! Had I been Freshly Pressed?! (Wishful thinking. BrainRants is hogging that spot :)).
When the day finally ended, I had achieved 1,330 unique hits. I don’t know that many people, and my Mum is on holiday so she can’t possibly have rounded up the Calendar Girls mafia from their gardening to bully people into reading. 🙂
So anyway, I just wanted to take the time to say thank you. I have also posted something worth reading today, but in the true spirit of passing out love, I want to say thanks. I’m just another girl with too much in her head and a passion for metaphors and similes and letting sentences spin around my tongue and form like spider webs before I let them fall from my fingers. I’m that kid that loved English lessons, that pored over books and that wrote wherever she could, with rhymes, essays and short stories. I wasn’t the coolest kid at school, or the loudest or the sportiest (huh!), but it turns out that what is important as a kid is no longer important as an adult and having a talent and a passion is what makes people want to know you.
Look at that people, the geeks got cool.