Greetings everyone. It is my very first blog-iversary, which is like an anniversary, only embarrassing.
Telling people you have a blog is like telling people you’re starting a podcast, only worse. Blogs reached the end of their heyday a solid decade ago, whereas podcasts may have a fully overstaturated market, but at least are still popular.
When I tell people I have a blog, (and by ‘tell’ I mean hurriedly whisper it confession style before changing the subject) one of two things will happen. Either they go completely blank in a ‘please don’t give me any details’ expression, or they break into a barely contained smirk that screams prepare to be roasted. Because telling people you have a blog is basically the same as wearing a shirt that says I want attention.
I don’t. (Yes I do.) But I did want an excuse to produce a (mostly) finished piece of writing every week and prove to myself that I could stick to a schedule.
And here I am! A year in, never missed a week, still in a pandemic and basically still functionally sane. (Debatable.) And writing this blog has taken me down roads I never thought it would.
I never saw myself researching historical murders (although I should have, it’s very on brand for me), and I definitely didn’t see myself doing multiple radio interviews. I figured I’d write a blog that nobody read and that would be that.
(You’re not nobody, Mom. I didn’t mean it like that.)
But here you are and here I am and it turns out murder abounds in this province, so aren’t we lucky? (Don’t answer that.) Seriously though, I’m grateful for each and every one of you and I hope you’ll stick with me for another year of murder stories, book recommendations and demented humor. Because who knows what that will bring?
Thanks for reading and happy blog-iversary! (I’m not saying I need a cake, but I’m also not saying I wouldn’t eat a cake, should I be presented with one.)
Still here? Love it! These are a few of my favourite posts from the past year: