Fifteen Years of Blog Posts Have Come Home
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Years ago I had a blog. Then I didn't.
I closed it down the way you clear out a spare room — briskly, without much ceremony, on the assumption that nothing in there really mattered anymore. And for a long while I didn't think about it at all.
Lately I've been thinking about it rather a lot.
So I went looking. And it turns out that old saying is true: once it's on the internet, it's on the internet. Every post I wrote between December 2010 and March 2022 was still sitting out there in one corner or another, waiting to be collected.
All 174 of them are now here, in date order, with their original dates intact.
What's in there
Rather more than I remembered, frankly.
There's the month-long blog party I threw in December 2010 for To Sin with Scandal, my very first release, where I badgered every author I knew into being interviewed. There's the day I announced I was going indie, which felt enormously brave at the time. There's a 2012 post titled 85k In 7 Days! which I can only assume was written in some kind of fugue state.
There are the research posts — the Society of Thames Mudlarks, pregnancy and childbirth through history — written for Historical Hearts, the group blog I shared with a wonderful crowd of Australian historical romance writers. That blog has been dormant since 2012 and I'd assumed it was long gone. It's still there, quietly, and my articles have come home with the rest.
And there are dozens and dozens of guest authors I hosted over the years. Reading back through them was the loveliest part of this whole exercise.
Some of it is a bit worn
I should be upfront: not everything survived intact. From around 2017 onwards, only excerpts of some posts were preserved, so a few of them stop mid-thought. I've left them that way. Patching them with invented text felt wrong, and honestly there's something rather honest about an archive that shows its gaps.
Where old links pointed at publishers or shops that have since closed, I've redirected them back here so you don't land on an error page.
The rest is exactly as it was. The covers, the exclamation marks, the sheer number of exclamation marks. I've left all of it alone.
Have a wander
If you've been reading my books for a while, some of this will be familiar. If you're newer, consider it a slightly embarrassing photo album — fifteen years of learning how to do this, all in one place.
Tamara x