Big Sloppy Thanks

~G.K. Chesterton, influential twentieth century English Writer

Happy Monday, everyone. 

First off, I’d like to say thanks.  The site traffic on Friday was our best ever, and by a wide margin.  I did not know this Saturday morning, when I was looking at the analytics from the day before, but apparently StumbleUpon users have the ability to travel back in time so that their time spent on a given website is exactly one negative second.  

Give or take.

Despite these Stumbles through the Space/Time continuum, the average Writer Dad weekend reader still spent four minutes, on an average of three and a half page views.  

Thank you for spending time with my words.  

Thanks to everyone who passed forward the link, or said the words Writer Dad out loud.  And further gratitude to those who attached monetary value to my words.  

I appreciate this more than I can say here.  

I woke up on Friday, checked my email, and felt possibility blossom.  A distant dream now dotted the horizon.  

That’s a gift you gave to me.  

Thank you.  

You will have this Friday’s release in your inbox before I fall to sleep on Thursday.  

I’ve never in my life been as fortunate as I am right now.  To have a voice and the encouragement to use it, is like a musician being told to get on stage and play.  

I believe that when we’re willing to work hard, with discipline and diligence, there are few things we cannot do.  

I expected to find an audience.  

What I didn’t expect, was so much immediate assistance.  

I pictured the first six months of blogging as being a somewhat solitary ritual.  I’d write my words, listen to the crickets chirp, then do it again the next day; each sunrise crawling further from the most desolate gangways of the internet.  

It was nothing like that at all.  

Our time has been spent in fluid conversation.  Other than the fact that I’m here, and you’re all out there, each post has generated the amount of volleying I might expect from a well played game of tennis, not a few hundred tossed off words.

This is Writer Dad’s fifth full week.  

I played around with a few posts, starting in the beginning.  But it was five weeks ago, today, when I was finally ready.  The first month was amazing; I’m sure the next will be even more exciting.  

Please, always feel free to comment.  

This past weekend, Ari Herzog pointed out that I was not handling my Flickr links in the best way possible.  Thank you.  This is important to me.  I can only address that which is brought to my attention.  If there is something you’d like to say, and you don’t want to say it below in the comments, please feel free to drop me an email.  

Writer Dad is special.  All of us know it.  Let’s work together to make it better.  

If one month from now, Writer Dad isn’t the first site you want to see in the morning, or the last you want to savor at night, then I’m not working hard enough.  

The following dozen people fall in no particular order, but in my first few weeks, they have gone above and beyond in keeping the conversation flowing, either in my house or theirs:  

Vered, Marelisa, Bamboo Forest, Rita, 

Dereck, Emily, Alex, Ian, 

Barbara, Sal, Urban Panther, and Linda.

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