Wanton Word Flirt is celebrating its first anniversary. Flinging myself into the blogosphere with few expectations and little foresight, here are a few random thoughts on the first year:
No champagne, no birthday cake… just wishes to write more wantonly. My writing has been “careful, safe, nice”. That was not my original intent. I want to laugh louder, cry harder, be more reckless if and when I want to be.
Opening my blog today I found a birthday gift of 100 followers. I am grateful for those who have been reading my words. You are from 52 different countries all over the world including Canada, USA, UK, Australia, Brazil, Netherlands, Fiji and more. Thank you all for visiting, reading, commenting, sharing, and inspiring.
Learning the technical aspects of having a blog will be a work in progress. I do love my new look though!
Although I would write whether I blog or not, being part of a seemingly endless community of bloggers, poets, fiction writers, memoirists, and readers across the world is an invigorating experience for a writer.
I have discovered that kindred spirits, serendipity, and synergy abound; all I have to do is put my writing out in the world.
Deciding upon a name for my blog was not as simple as I expected. Every creative name I could think of turned out not to be unique, all being in use already. All the fun cliche titles were also taken including coloring outside the lines, painting without numbers, writing between the lines, driven to abstraction, etc. Finally I decided upon “word flirt” only to find out a writer had it copyrighted as her business name. So I decided to add “wanton” in front of word flirt to make it my title; simple yet creative. So I hoped.
Wanton: playful, frolicsome, undisciplined, unrestrained, excessive, overabundant
Upon telling someone I had started a new blog called “Wanton Word Flirt”, they said: “Wonton? What do wontons have to do with writing?” <SIGH>
Wonton: A noodle-dough dumpling filled with spiced minced pork or other meats, usually boiled in soup, or fried and served as a side dish.
“Wanton” , I replied, “W-A-N-T-O-N not Wonton!”
Don’t get me wrong , I love wontons more than anyone. It might be a good fit for my title if I were Asian, but as you can see from my photo, I am not. Not even a little bit. Although the owner of my favourite Chinese restaurant does greet me with a warm “Hello Mrs. Woo” upon my arrival.