365, but really 425. That's number of days in a row blogging. (I did a 60-day warmup leading up to 365, to see if I felt I could keep up the momentum, and apparently I can.)
I don't know if I'm out of control, I'm on a roll, I simply don't know how to stop, or I'm a train wreck, but I thank and appreciate those of you who come here every day to tune in.
It's proved to me a fact that I think I already knew, and that I have mentioned before: That the real hobby here is the blogging itself.
Not every day's entry is profound. Most are certainly not. Not every day is entertaining. Not every day is enlightening or educational or sincere. But on the whole, it's been a worthwhile exercise for me, and I hope that this crazy soup of whatever it is you get here has been fun for you.
It's fun (with several exclamation marks) for me. It's easy and natural. I'm not sure if it's improved my writing, or whether it's just maintained consistency in exercising the writing muscles, or whether I am just plain an exhibitionist. I do believe it has improved my powers of observation and my ability to find something interesting in my day, each and every day, to write about.
It makes me happy. It never, ever feels like a chore to me. It keeps me from getting down, or even if I am down, to find something worthwhile (I hope) about the "down" to write about:
I would like to request that your life continue to give you shit. It's so damned entertaining for the rest of us. ~ kmkat
I have immensely enjoyed the comments and emails asking whether I will continue, asking me to please continue, and the fact that if anyone has left, they've left quietly, without telling me I'm a hopeless bore or a self-centered idiot or that they can't stomach me any longer because of the profanity or exhibitionism or Narcissism, or that my blog lacks focus and cohesiveness.
The Bloglines subscriptions have decreased. At one point I was concerned because the number was going down quite precipitously, and it seemed that I was either wearing people out or boring them to death, so they were leaving in droves. (or so it seemed to the hypersensitive blogger in me)
But the Bloglines number stabilized and has remained constant for what seems like forever (no growth! What's up with that? But at least no further losses) and the number of overall readers has increased by quite a substantial number. I'm a bit confused by that, because when I look at some of my peers' blogs who are in the same sort of numbers category as I, I notice that their Bloglines have gone up and up and up, and mine have, at best, remained stagnant. I know there are several other feedreaders, and the blog can be read through Ravelry, but that would be true for my peers, as well, so that's not the end of the analysis. I'm not sure what it all means, but I don't spend too much time thinking about it.
One thing that has suffered in this exercise is my ability to respond to comments as religiously as before, and to visit other people's blogs. I'm sad about that, and I have tried to do better lately. I think it has less to do with the daily blogging and more to do with what else is going on in my life, which, compared to Martha Stewart or Tina Fey or Oprah is maybe not much, but compared to many other 49-year-old women, I think, is quite a lot. I appreciate the loyal commenters, and the occasional ones, more than you know.
It is so nice to know you are out there, and that something I have written has touched you in some way -- be it your funny bone, something I've taught you, something you take issue with, or some conversation I've inspired. Hopefully there is some usefulness, rather than just emptiness and drivel, in at least some of what I write.
I thank you for supporting all the causes I put forth, be it the Red Scarf Project, voting for a book from my author friend (Martin tells me he is hard at work on his next Mrs. Hudson book, which will feature an American femme fatale in honor of me!), saying happy birthday to a friend of mine, voting for a budding soap opera actor, or sending warm clothes for a clothing drive.
So, the verdict: Didn't that test I took the other day predict this? "Relative happiness."
So now I have a Happy New Year's gift to give you. Leave a comment to this post, and I'll put your name in a drawing for a nice surprise package. I won't tell you just what's in it, but I will guarantee it's good and will include some things from my beautiful native state of Vermont. I will tell you ONE thing that's in it. Well, I'll give you a hint.
HAPPY NEW YEAR, everyone!