March 23rd, 2013
“Do you think the candles are a bit overkill?” I asked the pile of dogs that were at my feet, looking up at me like I’ve lost my mind.
“Your right, it looks fine. I just need to calm down and just tell them what’s going on.” I reply even though I know they haven’t answered me. Well maybe they have, but not in a way that I could understand.
I can’t believe that I’m about to do this… I must be insane! I thought to myself. It will all be okay. It’s not that big of a deal, they will understand… Maybe even be proud of me. You never know.
I let out a deep breath as I hear the door open and quickly jump out of the way before my feet get destroyed by all the dogs running towards the door.
“Hey kids! I’ve missed you!” I hear my moms’ excited voice from the living room. That same voice that she always gets when she gets home to all the dogs.
I take a deep breath and hold it as my parents walked into the kitchen area.
“Ummm what’s going on here?” My dad asked while looking at the food piled up on the table.
“Why does something have to be wrong? Why can’t I just do something nice and make dinner for you guys for no reason?” I quickly asked.
“Because we know you,” he replied, “And know you don’t just randomly “make a nice dinner” for us.”
Okay, to be honest I couldn’t deny that fact.
“It doesn’t matter, just sit down and eat already!” I could tell that my nerve was slowly going away with the weird looks the two of them were giving me.
After we all sit down at the table and start eating, well they started eating, I couldn’t eat just yet. I was still too nervous.
“Will you just tell us what’s going on Crystal?” my mom asked me out of the blue.
“Fine, I’ll tell you.” I take a slow deep breath, and get ready to reply.
“Are you moving away?” my dad suddenly asks. “Cause if you are I totally support that. Heck, I’ll even help you find a new place to live. Far away from here.”
“No Dad, I’m not moving away.”
“Well shoot,” he answers while my mom is trying to not laugh.
“Okay fine. I’ve decided to start a blog.”
“What’s a blog?” my mom asks.
“A website where I’ll post reviews on the books that I’ve been reading,” I replied.
“Well that sounds boring,” dad says.
“I think it’s a good idea,” mom replies, “It’s not like you don’t read books for it. It sounds like it could be fun.”
“That’s what I was thinking too, and it would be a great way to help out some authors that I’ve come to know,” I quickly add.
“As long as it doesn’t get to be too much work I don’t see what the problem is. It’s not like you’re going to be getting paid for this right? Unless you are going to be getting paid for it, then that’s a different story.” Mom was going on “mom mode” now it seemed.
“No, I won’t be getting paid for it. The only thing that I’ll be getting will be free copies of the books for reviews. And then I’ll just read the books and post reviews on the blog for them.”
“Okay this sounds boring. Can you pass the peas?” Dad quickly buts in and that’s when I knew that the conversation was over for the night.
Fast forward to March 27th, 2014
1,358 posts to date.
“Can you believe that it’s already been a year? It doesn’t seem possible,” I ask my mom as we are getting ready for the party.
“It sure doesn’t seem like it’s been that long,” she replied as she set out the plates and napkins.
“Now, we just have a big decision to make. Is it the blog’s birthday or the blogaversary? Because that’s what a lot of people who have blogs are calling it.”
“Well,” mom starts, “You’ve always been different, and seeing as how the blog has taken on a life of its own, I think it should be its birthday.”
“That works!” I reply as I set out the cake that I had picked up earlier that morning.
“Is it time for cake?” Dad asks from the living room, and I knew that the conversation was over for the night.
Fast forward to March 27th, 2015
2,877 posts to date
“Another year has come and gone!” I shout out as I bring the cake into the kitchen.
“Yeah I sure thought that you would have given up on it by now, I would have with all the crap you get put through all the time,” mom replied as she grabbed the cake from me.
“I know, I know… it sure does suck at times, but the good does seem to even out with the bad.”
“Not really, with all the complaining you seem to do about the blog, I’m annoyed with it and it isn’t even my blog.”
I take a deep breath, hoping that this isn’t going to turn into our typical argument about the blog, like they have been for the past few months. “I get that, I really do. But I just can’t let down the authors who have been there for us from the beginning. I know that not everyone is a complete jerk, but yes, your right the bad ones do stand out. But for every bad author that we deal with, there are at least 3 great authors we work with.”
I watch as mom straightens up to have a great comeback like she has with all the other arguments about this we have.
“But either way it doesn’t matter. This is a happy day! The blog is turning 2! That means things will start to look up, they have too!” I add before she can say anything else.
“Yes, it sure can’t get any worse than it already has,” she grudging agrees with me.
“Is it cake time yet?” I hear dad ask from the living room and I laugh as I reply back, “Yes dad, the cake is here.”
Fast Forward to March 27th, 2016
4,160 posts to date.
“You know, I was wrong last year,” my mom says as we are sitting on the couch.
“Wrong about what?” I ask, half paying attention and half watching the television.
“It can get worse. This year has been insane with the blog, and not only the blog but with the authors and everyone. It’s just getting worse and worse I think.”
“Yeah the book world has gone insane, but like I’ve said many times, I have authors and readers who depend on us, so we are still around.”
“True,” she replies, “and you have stuck with the blog longer than you have anything else.”
“Yup,” I answer, “My relationship with the blog has lasted longer than either of my marriages. Shoot next year it will last longer than both marriages put together.”
“That’s really not something to be proud of Crystal!” mom exclaims.
“Maybe, but it makes me laugh when thinking about it,” I explain.
“Well, I do have to admit that I’m glad that you’re starting to take time for yourself and not letting the blog run you anymore.”
“Yeah it is nice having a few days off per month. And so far it seems like it’s going over well with everyone else. Here’s hoping that this year sure does turn around,” I add.
“Did you get a cake this year?” I hear my dad ask from the kitchen.
“Yeah Dad, we got a cake,” I reply trying not to laugh. I swear, he’s only interested in the cake each year.
“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s have some cake!”