Ironically, I did not post this on [My blog starts on article number 5. This is not for any sinister reason, but rather because I am a big spaz and couldn’t figure out how to edit articles, so I just deleted and reposted it until I was happy.|text|May 29], the ACTUAL faerye anniversary, because I remembered it as May 30. Ach!

At any rate, Faerye Net is two years old. Time to roll over to B7 on the %20s%20u-%20f%20i%20o%2B%2B%20x%2B%20e%20l-%20c-” target=”links”>blogger code, and time, were the website a human bean, for the obstinacy to really hit the oscillator. Luckily, however, this site is but a collection of bits, bobs, and bloggets, and rather than spending its first two years in throwing food about or making extraction attempts on my hair, it has been improving my life and my self.

One of the best ways to become better as a writer is, unsurprisingly, to practice, and Faerye Net has given me a safe playground, a place where I don’t have to consider marketability, geekosity, or anything. Here is storytelling at its most simple; apart from the personal essays and anecdotes, the stories I write here are not even really meant to communicate or inform; they simply attempt to entertain. Thanks to the rigors of blogging, I can now sit down with a blank mind and think, ‘I feel like writing a story,’ and prompt a story-seed to appear. The productivity I sometimes attain; the validation of positive comments, whether here or via e-mail; the thrill of victory when I conquer the blank page of my mind; these are lasting joys, and things I hope to carry with me as I hike on through life.

It’s been a good two years, little webspace. Here’s to many more.