It’s my two year* blogiversary! throws confetti
*actually it’s more like my 2 year 2 month and 3 day blogiversary because I procrastinated posting this a bit. But I am posting it, that counts for something. Right? Right??? *crickets*)
Two years ago today I launched An Anxious Author and committed myself to a year of blogging. It was something I’d been wanting to do for YEARS.
Over the past two years I feel like I’ve learned a lot. I don’t blog as much as I’d like, but that is still improving.
One of my goals for this blog was to motivate myself to work on my novels and just generally WRITE MORE. Unfortunately, mental health issues have made that difficult but I’m still chugging along, chipping away bit by bit, word by word.
I am reading more. This year my GoodReads goal is 150 books. I’m probably not going to make it because I’m only at 67 books so far, but two years ago my “big” reading number was around 30, so I’m really proud. That was after years of almost reading nothing. (just to specify, I’ve never stopped “reading”. What I’m talking about here is actual books. The worse my mental health got, the more I read…fanfiction. During the Dark Years, I stopped reading novels. While I enjoy and still read fanfiction, that was a huge sign of decreasing mental health for me. So when I talk about not reading, keep in mind I was still reading single fanfiction works longer than the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy because I am a crazy person. My mother had me tested.)
I wish I could say there have been huge life changes in the past two years (or even small ones), but things have more or less stayed the same. I try to write more, shop too much, watch endless episodes of crime shows, and fight my brain on a daily basis. I have a few new hobbies and I’m going to Canada for a week in November to see a couple skating shows.
It’s been a tough two years, to be honest. Shortly before this blog launched, I lost my cat of nearly ten years. Six months after that, the 11 month old kitten I’d adopted two and half months before died suddenly. It hit me a lot harder than I could have expected and really messed with my anxiety. I’ve had my sweet Noodle for a year and a half and I still check to see if she’s breathing when she’s sleeping too soundly.
I still want so much more from this blog. I want to begin sharing my writing. I have a novella that is 75% finished that will be posted here. I plan on sharing one of my works in progress on WattPad as I begin the first set of revisions. I want to post three times a week (haha that is so not going to happen). I’d like to gain some more followers so I feel less like I’m shouting into the void.
I’m incredibly proud for getting this far. Maybe a small step for some, but a huge step for me.
Is there something you’d like to see me write about in the next year?