Thursday, November 08, 2012
Then this morning I looked for the first time in a week (I'm still trying to figure out why there was a huge spike in visits on the 2nd November when I hadn't posted for several days) and bam - the number passed unnoticed plus 500 or so.
It's like missing your birthday or something. I didn't have fireworks, or cake, or champagne or even a bar of chocolate.
A blog is a bit like a diary. Here are 800+ posts about my life as a writer over - well, I can't actually remember when I actually started blogging but I was an early adopter so it must have been quite some time ago. The stats page doesn't tell me (unless I go back to the first post and really life is too short). It was a slow build up and I haven't always been great at keeping the blog fresh. I think my very earliest version - set up for me by Sunday Times bestselling author Portia da Costa on a previous version of my website, was updated about once a month.
Things have changed. These days a writer without a blog is like...
You fill in the blank and I'll dish out copies of one of my new eBooks - Eloping With Emmy or A Stranger's Kiss or Liz Fielding's Little Book of Writing Romance or, if you can wait a week or two, Old Desires and Dangerous Flirtation.
Because that's another thing I couldn't have imagined when I started writing this blog - that I'd regain control of some of my earlier books and be able to republish them myself.
Thanks for all the fun, all the laughs, all the stories, all the support. Here's to the next 100K!