Four years, eighteen hours

Four years and eighteen hours ago, it said when I logged on this morning.

Maker! Has it really been that long?

I look back at the stories I have posted here and realise how much I have changed. I have a somewhat different perspective to that I had all those years ago. My writing is (I think) more confident and less pressured by my own history. I seem to have picked up a bad habit of making my tales too detailed, though...

Of course, I lurked here some time before I decided to join as an author. What I found was a place that had like-minded souls who made me feel comfortable. I came home.

Thank you, Big Closet. I know I haven't been one of your more demanding readers or one or your more productive authors but I hope I've added a little something to the mix of tales you provide a home for.

Penny