It occurred to me this morning that last Sunday, September 1st, was the third anniversary of this blog. Three years. This time, instead of wondering where the time has flown, I feel mildly amazed that it hasn't been longer. A lot of water has gone under the bridge since I began The Second Sentence. I've published my first book, plus three shorter ebooks. I've "met" some wonderful people in the blogosphere (are we still using that term, or is it already out of date?) and been entertained and edified by what they have to say. Between blog posts, my published works and the other manuscripts I've worked on, I must have written thousands of words—some of them good, I hope, and all of them at least gaining me experience. I think I have learned a lot in these last few years—at least I sincerely hope I have—about writing, and about life in general.
On a lighter note, there's one thing that hasn't changed much between blogging anniversaries. I happened to glance at my stats the other day, and saw that the top search terms leading to my blog are still populated with things like "the private history of a campaign summary," "the magnificent ambersons summary" and "o henry pimienta pancakes summary." I guess the day I'll know I've really arrived will be the day that my stats show people are being led here by searching for my books! To the unseen searchers of those search terms, I've got just one thing to say: please, do just read Twain and Tarkington and O. Henry for yourselves. It's really worth it.