Why, yes! Yes, it is. Ten years ago, at the Mad Dog’s urging, and as a way to distract myself from the aftermath of the Big Noise, I found a free blogging website and began to use it.
My expectations weren’t especially high at the time — I figured I’d probably do it for a bit and lose interest, as happened in the diaries and journals of my childhood. Instead, it occurred to me that I’ve been doing this for nearly 20% of my life now (a number I’ll more or less hit this time next year.)
For years, I updated at least once a day, but as my life has settled down in recent years, and as I’ve made the conscious decision to disengage from much of the political agon, the frequency of my posts has dwindled. Still, I have the writerly monkey on my back now, and I think that I’ve incorporated writing into how I think of myself. So I suspect I’ll keep doing this for the foreseeable future.
[Side note: About a year ago, the estimable Mr. B said that I was “first and foremost a writer”. First of all, he should know, and who am I to argue? Secondly, I don’t think I’ll ever get a tattoo — I’m as freckled, as stippled as Gerard Manley Hopkins’s trout, for one thing — but if I did, I think that’s what I would get. In Courier New. End of side note.]
In the meantime, you can catch my continuing Social Distancing Storytimes on Youtube. Thanks to all of you — those who have been here for most or all of the last decade, and those who have found this more recently; those who subscribe and those who pop in occasionally; the commenters and the lurkers. I’m grateful for you all.
And thanks to my friends and family — Mrs. M, the Spawn, the Mad Dog, Mr. B, and everyone from the Berries down to the Hound of the Basketballs (who alas, seems to be playing out the string, though I suppose that’s true of us all — if we’re lucky.) I’ve been fortunate to have you to love.
As that little simp Tiny Tim (not Herbert Khaury) said, “God bless us, every one.”
We now return to Gradeapalooza.