The Prompt: Hindsight—Now that you’ve got some blogging experience under your belt, re-write your very first post.
My very first post was made on March 27, 2013. At that time, I thought my purpose in establishing a blog was to promote the book I’d been working on for the past two years,and so the blog was an announcement of the book and the next posting was a call for stories of how different people experienced and dealt with the grieving process. A few people did write in, but very quickly, I found that I didn’t want to be writing about and dealing with grief every day and this blog very quickly turned into a celebration of life again. Here is my very first post:
I’ve just sent the book I’ve been working on for 12 years to the printer!!!!
Lessons from a Grief Diary: Rebuilding Your Life after the Death of a Loved One
a new book by: Judy Dykstra-Brown and Anthony Moriarty, Ph.D.
A widow’s grief diary chronicling the illness and death of her husband as well as the process of her recovery from grief over the next eight years is analyzed in alternating chapters by a psychologist. Includes methods of overcoming grief, suggested further reading and ending notes that summarize main points of the book.
Available on Amazon, Kindle and in Bookstores, including Diane Pearl Colecciones and Jose Melendrez’s store in the plaza in Ajijic, MX.
(The only change I’ve made to this post is to say that the book is now available. For some reason I’d never changed over from saying it would soon be available.)
Then, on April 1, 2013, I published this post:
Someone sent me an invitation from NaPoWriMo to write a poem a day for a month, but I need a website to post them. Since this is the only blog/website I have, I’m going to use this one. There will be a poem each day for a month, all written on the day they were posted, dashed off quickly, but what fun to have completed 30 poems by the end of the month. Please join me and post your poems here, as well.
Earlier today, someone posted a comment, then wrote back to change “lying” to “laying.” Of course, I had to fight my better nature and write back that he was actually right the first time. I then included this little poem, written in about a minute, to soften that pedantic blow. Yes, I really am a “reformed” English teacher. But I backslide now and then:
Old English teachers never die.
They just advise on “lay or lie?”
Driving friends who are grammatically hazy
With that 4-line ditty, the course of this blog was reset and quickly became what it is today.