Guess what my number 1 resolution for 2013 is ? I’ve got to write a few more posts so that “Itaewon Prosititutes” is no longer the search term that brings me the most visitors. 🙂
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 2,500 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 4 years to get that many views.
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 2,800 times in 2011. If it were a cable car, it would take about 47 trips to carry that many people.
This morning, I went looking for my voice. My friend, Sean, has been gently nagging me over summer coffees, to start a blog. “You want to be a writer”, he said. ” Every writer should have a blog”. The truth is that I’m scared. I’ve been writing in dark corners, hunched over my words so that they were visible only to my own heart. Perhaps that is where they should stay. Over the summer, though,I kept thinking of what kind of blog I would write and what it might be named.
This morning, Sean and I met for coffee. ” Get out your laptop”, he said, and pushed me one toe over the line of indecision. I wanted to play with the idea of “voice” in the name of the blog. The Korean word for voice, “Moksori” has always sounded beautiful to me, and translates roughly to “throat sounds.” However, it doesn’t hold the same weight as “voice” does in English. “Moksori” is a physical thing, stripped of the layers of heart, mind and point of view that I wanted the word to carry.
With Sean’s help, I found the right Korean word – “Moonchae” , which makes me think of having tea in outer space. Not so far from what starting a blog feels like. However, it comes closer to meaning a “voice” that you might find, an attitude with which to color your words.
In the end, I went with Shelley Scribbles. It looms less, and feels more welcoming to a beginning writer. I don’t have to “find my voice” with every post. I just have to scribble. Hopefully, my voice will be under there, somewhere.
I’m an expat Newfoundlander who has never quite gotten the salt out of her heart, despite 14 years of living in Seoul. I teach, I learn and I write about it over coffee. All the photography in this blog was taken by my very talented father, Stan Collins.
Shelley Scribbles 