Hi! I'm Kelly.

As a writer, I've always been interested in family stories. When I heard of a Satanic cult in my family tree, I thought I'd found the story of a lifetime. Read more.

Your princess is in another castle.

Your princess is in another castle.

I've been feeling low lately, though I guess that's to be expected, what with being housebound and all. I started an online course on Google Analytics this afternoon. While listening to the introduction, I logged into my own neglected Google Analytics account and checked out the statistics for this site. They weren't great. Even after blogging for three hundred and twenty days straight, my traffic is exactly the same as it was last year at this time. 

What a monumental waste of effort, my inner critic hissed. Obviously you haven't been writing anything worth reading. You're just embarrassing yourself. No one will ever care what you have to say.

I tried to reframe, as I've learned in therapy. I told myself: I am successful in other ways. I don't need to use website traffic stats as a measurement of my worth. But the feeling of defeat hung around.

Blogging has been more difficult lately. I'd hit a good stride going into November. I rode a wave of confidence after keeping up my posting streak on the night I broke my leg. But after fourteen days of being stuck in bed, I'm running out of things to document.

It's like the "boss stage" at an old-school video game. Sorry, Mario, but your princess is in another castle. 

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Steal Like an Artist

Free at Last

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