Today is the fifth anniversary of the day I became a writer.
It happened on a lazy Sunday afternoon. July 17, 2005, to be exact. Blogging was in back then, and since I was bored that Sunday, I decided to follow the crowd and get a blog.
My first post was quite the literary masterpiece: (cough cough)
Hey this is me, Emily Smucker and this is my first post and I don’t really know what to say except that if you are reading this or any thing I ever post, please pardon the spelling. I was going to put bad spelling on my expertise thing but I forgot. Sorry.
It’s impossible to pinpoint when I began writing. I’ve made up stories since before I can remember. But I consider that date, July 17 2005, to be the day I became a writer.
It was the day I made my writing available to the general public.
It was the day I committed myself to writing, even if I wasn’t enormously inspired.
It was the day I began the webpage which contained words which would later go on to get published.
Everything escalated from there. As I got more comfortable typing, I began keeping detailed diaries on the computer. The comments and subscriptions boosted my confidence, and I shared more of my writing with people.
So here I am, five years after I became a writer. This is blog post number 350. I have a book published. I am working on my first fiction book.
But most of all.
I am completely,
(And as a postscript, and to give a demonstration of how technology is changing, here is a comic strip from around the time I started my blog. Weird, how it was so popular then, and now only the diehard writers do it.)