This blog turns six months old tomorrow. In honor of that, and to reward myself for all of the hard work I've been doing lately, I've bought myself a little something. It should be here tomorrow, and if it is, I'll take a couple of phone snaps and post them.
Not that you'll really be all that excited, Blogreader. I won't be loaning it to you or anything. And no: in spite of the accompanying image, I did not purchase an infant or fetus.
I wanted to do something special to mark the half year thing, but so far I cannot think of anything. The new site design was going to be a part of that, but that's over, and I just finished a fiction contest and everything. Fresh out of big ideas.
So I'll have to make do with small ones. Tomorrow, I'll revisit the idea behind my starting to blog in the first place and try to gauge its relative success in that area.
Six months really isn't a very long time. As a prison sentence, it would be considered incredibly light. Half of a single year. Tick, tock, poof. Short-time con.
So far, I've kept my promise of 500 words a day. This was especially tough yesterday as I was working from shortly after I woke up until 11:15 pm. But I forced myself to do it anyway, and I'm glad I did. I would have felt ridiculous skipping what was only the third day of having a daily target.
I know this blog hasn't been much of a treat lately. The contest took a lot of my whimsy away for a while, and there's always work to blame, but I think it may also have something to do with the fact that I am now having nightly dreams in which it is simply nice outside. Other things happen, too, but mostly in the dreams I feel the sun warming the skin on my face as I move about in daylight without a jacket on. Sometimes someone else will appear in these dreams and we talk about how warm it is, how temperate, how pleasant.
I point my finger at these dreams.
I think I have many more anecdotes to share here, and I'm likely to renew my blogging contract for another six months.