Twas a few days after Christmas that I decide to post something to commemorate my eighth anniversary (which was on December 19).
Can I use the pandemic as an excuse that I forgot The Novel Hermit’s Eighth blogoversary?
Because it’s been a tough year for me. I wasn’t as productive as I hoped I be with most of my focuses going into other parts in my life.
Another year, another reflection of things I wished I had done with my blog.
But no, this is a celebration. A celebration for still trying to be on the book blogging grind—albeit quieter, and that’s okay because the revving of the blog will get louder with time.
Sometimes I wonder what the hell I’m doing with this blog.
That’s a huge milestone.
On December 19, 2016, The Novel Hermit turned four.
December 19th, 2012 is when I started this blog. It’s now 2015. It’s been three years.
I started blogging three years ago, and it amazes me how far I’ve come from that person who wanted an outlet to talk about books but was essentially winging it—flying by the seat of her pants—for the first three-four months to, well, this present day Cee who’s worked hard and made a lot of wonderful friends; got out of her shell and went to book events; gained publishing contacts; and learned so much about the book world. It’s been truly rewarding to look back at where I was and where I am right now because that’s all the hard work I’ve done!