9 Years

Nine years ago, I sat on a bed with my computer. My fingers were itching to write. But terror gripped my mind.

Nine years ago, my brain was overwhelmed with working, studying for the GRE, starting graduate school applications, and planning my wedding. I needed a creative outlet. I needed to write again.

But I was scared. About a year and a half before, I wrote a sci fi story I loved for my very first NaNoWriMo. And then my computer crashed. While I was in Denmark. All that remains are some handwritten pages. I haven’t had the heart to try to reconstruct it yet.

Nine years ago, I was desperate to write, but couldn’t trust saving it to my computer. A flash drive was also out as I had a tendency to break them. I needed a place online to store my writings.

My fingers got busy. I stumbled on WordPress.

Back then, in 2010, I had no idea what a blog was. I filed the word away and told myself I would look it up later (I never did). For now, it looked like a nice place online for me to store my writings. And I could customize the background! Mission accomplished.

I started writing. I posted a few scenes, satisfied they would be there whenever I wanted to keep writing. My brain was a little fried, so it was just snippets I wanted to use later on, once my brain was sufficiently recovered.

This went on for about a week. I posted into what I thought was a vacuum.

One day, I decided to take a better look around the site, and maybe learn what a blog was. I found my stats and notifications.

People were liking my snippets.

People were liking my snippets? What people?

People were liking my snippets!

I freaked out. I hadn’t intended on anyone but me to read them, hadn’t thought anyone would possibly find them. So, I immediately stopped posting, logged out, and let it sit for a couple of years. Surely, with no activity, no one would read The Lily Cafe again.

I obviously still had no clue what a blog was.

In 2013, I was in grad school. My second year. I had settled in and was keeping up. I also finally knew what a blog was. So, I took a deep breath, logged back in, and started it right this time.

The Lily Cafe became my writing blog. I posted my stories and information about them. A lot of it is still there if you go back through the archives. They’re a part of the Cafe’s history, so I don’t have the heart to remove them. I started reading and following other writers. I gained just shy of 200 followers by the time I took a very long, very unexpected hiatus in 2015. It lasted until I started up again in January 2018.

It’s been a nine year blogging roller coaster, but it’s been mostly fun. I don’t know how long I’ll keep going, but I hope to be celebrating 10 years next year.

And, if you’re curious, my first post is still up. Approximately 3 years later, I dove back in with the first part of a short story. Those initial snippets were removed and I have no intention of sharing them again. Mostly because I can’t remember where they were moved to.

9 thoughts

  1. I never thought I’d still be blogging after this long but I love it, especially with the people I’ve gotten to know along the way. Some of the people, such as yourself, who I interact with the most are those I met in my early days blogging. I love the support and mutual encouragement involved.=)

    1. I can’t tell you how happy I am that you’re still blogging! I missed your adventures during my hiatus and was so glad to see you still here. It’s like running into an old friend. I hope you continue for a very long time. I think it would be wonderful if my kids could participate, too, when they learn to read.

  2. Blogging made me come back to the joy of writing. Unfortunately (or fortunately?) I don’t write as much as I would like. I must say despite I like the format, it is not perfect for me: when put together, my stories lack the depth I’d like the to have. They are more like…your snippets. After 3 months of editing my posts, I’m still not happy with the length of my chapters…you probably know the feeling 🙂

    1. I’m more familiar with the feeling than I’d like to be. Writing is the easy part. Fleshing it out until it breathes is like trying to get a small child to sleep – lots of tears and questions. Sometimes I want to laugh hysterically when someone says they want to write the next great novel because it’s just so hard to do. I wish you all the best of luck!

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