Exactly one year ago, little Stories - isn't it wonderful how you can always patronise a (slightly) younger self? – inadvertently hopped into Blogger. There a little orange rabbit popped up. ‘Do you want to create a new blog?” The button-rabbit asked tentatively.
“Hey, what’s that?” Little Stories asked *self and clicked it. With a dizzying fall, the noob writer plummeted through the rabbit hole where (s)he beheld a world of miracles, where people from all over the world could converse and laugh together as if there was no distance between them, where the wonderful people and skilful fellow-writers were suddenly only a link away.
Stories ‘ooh’ed’ and ‘ah’ed’ through the year, pulling some leaves aside and surprised to find a jolly little coffee shop where people who never met sat together nipping delicious chatter. 'Booh!' Stories cried. 'What are you doing?' And then the new comer soon joined the regulars for thee.
There at that table, (s)he met the most interesting creatures, a boy with a gigantic hammer longing to smash something, a witch-doctor with a wicked pen, The Red Queen of Ranting, a high school girl writing by the sea side, a boy who spoke only one hundred words at a time, a multi-talented lady buttering toast, an active pilgrim on a path to enlightenment and enlightening others on the way, and many many others aside. Stories stumbled into a decorated Hall where the walls were full of marvels and – perhaps a bit too little lately – stood awed leafing through the tales that seemed to just rain from the heavens and fluttered down in the Blogger breeze.
And this, my dear absent friends, is the story of how Stories ended up in Wonderland. And never since did (s)he want to go home again.
Yes, people, today is this blog’s ANNIVERSARY. Woot, woot!
Hard to believe a whole year has gone by, it feels like just 6 months ago. The month long lapses could have something to do with that.
Either way, virtual cake and drinks on me!
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