It seems a little silly, celebrating my 100th blog post, when it took me a bleeding year and a half to get here. But looking back at what I’ve written, I’m pretty happy.
This blog started as a place to be me on the internet, not just the bits of me that come out when I’m a guest at someone else’s site. And I wanted to do it without resorting to this-is-what-I-did-today posts. Not that there’s anything wrong with them. I’m just convinced I live a boring life, which is fine by me. As I’ve mentioned before, drama is less fun for the protagonist than for the reader.
For quite a while, I didn’t go back into my own archives. As much as I wanted someplace to be me, I’m a pretty private person. In order to start myself blogging, I had to pretend that no one was ever going to read any of it and that I was writing disposable words. This probably explains why I hardly ever wrote anything.
Then, 40-50 posts in, I stopped and reread everything. I don’t know that I’d say there were any diamonds in the bunch, but what I was writing wasn’t disposable. It also wasn’t all of me, or even as much of me as I’m willing to be in public. Pretending the blog was disposable was keeping me from doing what I set out to do. And now that I had that much blogging behind me, I couldn’t really pretend anymore.
So I started writing more kinds of things more often, and so far at least, it seems to be working. Blog friends, RSS feeds, guest blogging, lurkers, trolls, blogrolls–this place is turning into a real blog. Thanks to all of you for joining the party. I didn’t imagine this when I started, but it’s pretty cool. I can’t wait to see what I do in the next 100 posts.
Heck, I can’t wait for 101. It’s looking to be a doozy.