Looking Backward

I'd hate to plot this on the same scale as the YesButNoButYes gang's graph, but I'm happy with it, just the same. I can't remember why or how I started Shatter (AKA Balls and Walnuts). Who turned me on to Blogger? I'm far too much of a technological nincompoop to find something like that on my own. Blogging gives me the illusion of writerly discipline. Look at me, I'm writing every day -- sometimes two or three times a day! Perhaps I had hoped that discipline would carry over into my more serious literary pursuits, but it hasn't. If I had channeled all of this effort into my manuscript, I would have finished it months ago. But then I wouldn't have met all of y'all. My first real post (April 9) concerned my short story, "My Troll Lover", which reminds me: damn, that's a fine story. I really ought to buff it and send it out. Again. The big traffic bump in May came courtesy of John Scalzi. What amazed me, though, was the way my June traffic didn't fall back to April levels. Smart Bitches didn't discover me until July, so I really can't account for my June numbers. The rest of the growth I attribute to regular posting, persistent schmoozing, and shameless Technorati blogwhoring (my bloggenitals were particularly sore in October). Don't know if I can continue this growth rate, but you know something? I don't care. I'm having fun, and I like my gang of readers. Happy New Year, everyone. D.