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Ten Years of Blogging

So yesterday marked the ten year anniversary of this blog. This one. Right here. Ten years ago, I said “What the heck—nobody’s gonna read it, but might as well.”

Christ, that’s a long time.

In that ten years, I moved—eight times, I think? I have traveled more places than I can easily count, driven across Texas three times, gotten married, gotten divorced, started a webcomic, finished a webcomic, won a Hugo for a webcomic, got an agent, wrote…um…twelve books?…edited thirteen books, sold almost all of the books, painted quite literally thousands of paintings (holy crap, that’s a lot) started a garden, left a garden, started another better garden, bought a house, unbought a house, been depressed, been medicated, been happy, ate canned haggis, sold half a million copies of the Dragonbreath series, had swine flu, back pain, root canals and damaged ankles, had electrodes strapped to my ass for medical reasons, went birding, fell in love, cried a lot, worked at an art supply store, worked on weird crap, adopted cats, was adopted by a beagle, became a meme, read seed catalogs, painted walls, got mad, screamed about politics, screamed about religion, sometimes just screamed, started a podcast, played D&D, started and abandoned untold numbers of projects, got an IUD, contemplated the noble wombat and told tales of defective wildlife and my late grandmother who was probably a demigod.

And you’re still here.

We’ve had some times, haven’t we?

I love you guys. I’m glad you’re here. I have moved too many times in my life and I think some part of me is just from the internet now, rather than being from anywhere geographically located. And if I’m from the internet in general, this blog is my home town.  Without you, it would be a lonely town full of tumbleweeds and the distant baying of feral beagles.

My life has changed so much since I started this blog ten years ago that I can honestly say that this blog is one of the only constants through the entire span, other than…um…my parents. And carbon. Carbon hasn’t changed much. Hell, I even learned to like tomatoes and raw fish.

Other than some books and some art, I don’t think I even have any possessions that have lasted that long. Most of my dishes did not survive the moves and none of the clothes would fit anymore. The stained glass lampshade had an encounter with a heavy box. There’s a crown of thorns my stepfather made out of horseshoe nails, but it’s kept in a box with “WARNING: PUNCTURE DAMAGE POSSIBLE” on the sides, since I have never yet figured out how to display the damn thing (and it’s gorgeous, don’t get me wrong.) My ex-husband kept the majority of the furniture. I might still have one good-sized kitchen knife dating more than a decade, but I won’t swear to it.

Oh, an a cow skull. The one cow skull’s been around awhile.

I hope that the next decade is awesome, but perhaps not quite so dramatic. I love my current likfe, and I rather hope it keeps on keepin’ on. However, as long as there is Defective Wildlife in the yard (and Thrush-Bob is still tormenting the cats, yes) and art to be made and paladins to throw into molten hand lotion and a chance of electrodes being strapped to my nether regions for sound medical reasons, I imagine I will keep blogging.

Thank you all for sticking around.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.

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It's been great reading about all your strange adventures. :3 I am really glad that you haven't pulled up roots and left livejournal like pretty much all the other interesting and entertaining people I used to follow.

(Would it be creepy of me to mention that when I first found your blog here some years ago I was having a really boring week and so I went back and read every single entry all the way back? I did. It was really interesting to see your art evolving in reverse.)

I did that too! Maybe it's creepy, but her writing is SO DAMN ENTERTAINING! She can keep our interest and attention and find the humor in even the difficult situations!

Chalk up another one.

Ursula, I first stumbled across your work on Elfwood way back when--I think mid-'90s--and then kind of lost track of you until I somehow got pointed at Digger and started following it, and kept following it until the end. Then in October '09 life gave me a double whammy, I suddenly had lots of free time, and 'round about then I found this blog.

And read the archive. All of it--as far back as I could find, anyway.

Thanks for tons of entertainment in a very bad time, and more as things got better. Thanks for Digger and for Molt and for your Me and My Rock post, which says a lot of what I think in a more coherent manner than I've ever managed. Thanks for the Swan Maiden painting that turned into an Amber character who in turn became a NaNoWriMo MC in (unsurprisingly) November '09. And thanks for defective wildlife and birding and OMG the roleplaying stories.

Please keep it up as long as you've a mind to, as long as you enjoy it. Because we'll sure be enjoying it too.

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