According to WordPress’s analytics system, today marks 5 years from the day I started Memories on a Page. That number is completely crazy to me, because on the one hand, 5 years is not that long a period of time. It’s not even a relative second compared to the number of years it takes for something like a human to evolve.
Five years ago, my favorite authors definitely included Patrick Rothfuss, Brandon Sanderson, and Lucy Maud Montgomery. I loved Shakespeare and Emily Dickinson. I had just started to get really into Joss Whedon. I wasn’t a big coffee drinker yet, but that was mostly because I lacked the funds and equipment with which to buy or make coffee regularly. I liked baking, and was just starting to figure out some more complex recipes. Not that much has changed, really. Well, I started drinking more coffee, of higher quality.
On the other hand:
Five years ago, I had just started high school. Five years ago, everyone I knew was still obsessed with Divergent and the Hunger Games, and Vampire Academy was just starting to catch on. I don’t remember what I was reading, but it might have been by Sarah J. Maas (okay, that’s also still very much me). Five years ago, I hadn’t quit policy debate. Five years ago, I hadn’t even thought about college except knowing I would be an English major (hah), let alone ended up in the place I am now. Five years ago was my first NaNoWriMo ever. Five years ago, I could not conceive of a world larger than my middle school and high school, and those were already pretty darn huge to me. I had not yet gone through some of the longest, most stressful experiences yet. I had also not yet encountered people who would grow to be some of the best friends in the world. I thought I knew everything. Turns out, I’ll never stop learning.
I am still me from five years ago, but I am a stronger, older, hopefully improved me. Thinking about just how much has happened in five years honestly hurts my brain a little bit, and I’m not entirely sure what to say.
What I do know is that I should say this to all of you: thank you for sticking around and checking back here, even though I update sporadically at best. Thank you for the support. Thank you for reading my books. Thank you for looking at my art. Thank you for reading the ramblings of a strange girl who has always liked books and tea better than most people.
Apparently this is the time of year when I get restless and feel the creative itch to do something new. It doesn’t matter if I’ve just finished NaNoWriMo and I’m horribly sleep deprived, it doesn’t matter if I’m in the middle of finals week, I always seem to find myself trying out something creative at the beginning of December. Once year, I baked seven kinds of holiday cookies in three days, two batches of each kind. Another, I started learning calligraphy. Five years ago today, I started this blog. And this year, it seems I am starting something new once again.
I have just opened up two shops for my art, one on RedBubble (shop name MaxxeRiann) and one on Society6 (shop name inkandpaperx).
Feel free to check them out. I would love your support.
Five years is a long time. I think I am going to go read some Rothfuss or some Tolkien, drink some tea, and reflect on just how much some things have changed— and how grateful I am for a number of the ones that have stayed the same. A lot has happened in five years, and I can’t wait to see what comes next.