Last night between making Ethan Canin nervous and telling him not to make a shitty Web site, we talked a bit about blogging and I Will Dare.
“How long have you been writing it?” he asked.
“It will be eight years tomorrow,” I said.
He leaned back in his chair and squinted at me, making my knees a little melty because he might just be the most attractive man on this planet. “That’s a long time.”
“Yeah, I started blogging really early.”
Last year’s anniversary was all about wishing I Will Dare (and me by extension) was something it is not. This year is about accepting, even embracing, who we are.
I Will Dare is not a scenester; it’s not hip, happening, or cutting-edge; it’s not ever going to be the next big thing. It’s okay with all that, because I Will Dare is a lot of things that hip, happening, big thing, scenester blogs are not. I Will Dare is comfortable and welcoming. It is classic and enduring. I Will Dare is probably the best thing I’ve done with my life so far. It has taken me places I never thought I would go both in my life and in my writing. It has made me a better, stronger, more thoughtful person.
Happy anniversary iwilldare.com!