To be fair, I can’t claim that the previous year counts at all. Isolation during the Covid quarantine should have facilitated more writing, but life events swept away like dust motes any such possibility. My blog is a place of cheer, so I’m not going to get into details of what’s happened in my life in the past 18 months. Instead, I’ll look ahead, smile, and continue to work to make things go in the right direction.
Frankly, things would be much easier if I had a growth formula. If you have a growth formula or a shrink ray, please send it to me ASAP. In the meantime, let’s get into those fun-filled blog facts I like to bring up once a year and forget the rest of the time.
Because I abandoned my blog for a long time, I crashed my stats across the board. I did get some visitors, which I used to obsess about with delight. Now I’m only upset that the Pope still refuses to visit my blog and read stuff about tiny men as property of lusty women. I don’t know why he fights me. Somebody say something to him. I am tickled to report that I can now add five countries to the list of places that have now visited my blog. That pleases me, and it sparks my imagination.
I wrote 100 posts the year I came back, 87 in 2018, only 48 in 2019, 15 entries in 2020, and this year I’ve only written four. I think I’d like to change that. We’ll see. I have thought about writing most of my life, practically from the moment I held a writing implement (not a tablet), and going through this long drought feels odd, but it also feels inevitable. It’s happening, and it will be over when it’s over. If it never ends, I’ll still be busy with size as I construct my first dollhouse. Well, it won’t be my first, but it will be the first dollhouse that can withstand my straddling it.
Why would I straddle a dollhouse, you ask?
To instill fear in its one tiny inhabitant. Now add other desirable feelings to that fear, and you have the gist of what I’m after. But never mind, that’s a story for another time.
My most-read post was still The ABCs Game – F is for Farts. What can I say? My readers are wise and discerning. They should probably get ready for a post titled “S is for Sharts”, but I’m just spoiling it for them now.
My most-read story this year was Assed. I wrote it for a contest, and it probably needs some editing instead of complete abandonment, but it makes me smile that it’s been read many times. That story is very Me.
My most viewed image this year was What Strong Legs, an image I commissioned from @EdNEm3. I’ve never told anyone the story behind that image, but I’ll add that to my to-do list as soon as I start writing again.
The search term my visitors use the most is still “hug the undersquid”. The Quirky Award goes to “hug the understood”. I like the sound of it. Yes, understand the giantess, and hug her toes, which is the only part of her you can reach under your own steam. I’m not going to mention the most displeasing search term this year. No one should bother looking for that here. The search term that makes me want to write a story is:
The giantess did control the little man. She controlled the hell out of him. The giantess controlled the little man’s size until he was small enough, until she could barely see him as he stood in the groove of her forefinger’s print. Then she lowered her finger to herself and kept controlling his tiny body long enough to lose control. And then she did that again. And again. And again. She didn’t stop to listen to his attempts to scream, which were muffled rhythmically to the beat of her own drum. She went on for hours, until she was sated. The next day and every day thereafter, the giantess controlled the little man.