Slide23, One Year Old Today!

Slide23is one year old today.

It’s been fun and it has beentherapeutic. I write because that’s what I do, or draw, or look after my kids,and... that’s all I do. I write for work but here I can write about what Ilike. It is no different to me than otherwise watching tele. Indeed having putthe kids to bed it’s what I do instead of just surfing the net and wonderingwhy on whatever forum people are just basically beastly to one another? And ifyou want to write, you should do. Every day. And if you can’t think ofsomething to write, then don’t. It’s a craft, not an art, you have to practiseit. You have to enjoy it. I was criticised previously for not having webpresence so this is that, for whatever purpose that serves.

In a year (at the time of writing) theSlide has had a few hundred more than 20,000 hits, which may be good, or it maybe bad, but it certainly does not matter. It jumped a lot in December wherewhilst it elicited few comments Nicely Pink must have done something as itdoubled the monthly hits, which were then exceeded in January, and thenFebruary to nigh on 3500 last month. There have been 376 posts to date for atotal of 100,782 words, and 379 comments. I like posting, I like reading thecomments, I like that a lot of people browse, and email me. I do it for myself.I don’t really trumpet the blog. There’s a link in emails, on my work board andfriends boards. Infrequently I post on Facebook. There’s no end-use forSlide23, there’s no agenda, no purpose other than what it is. 

I write oddly because I can’t reallyabide blogs that die out when people (because we’re all rather ordinary) don’tactually have that much happen, and myself more than any of you. And it’s easy,it’s what I do. Banging off a few hundred words and less than a single workpiece each day takes no time at all.

But that said, it’s been lovely havingyou. It really has, and it really is. It’s a diary of things that might havehappened.

So have a balloon, help yourself tojelly. There’s cheap wine in the fridge and the sausage rolls are in the oven.    

Here in Tolly Maw.


This time last year: Michael Moorcock Ate My Hamster