Something reminded me, and then it sunk in: I’m doing that blog-a-day thing again in June this year. That’s only a couple weeks away.
About this time last year I was just re-vamping and re-amping this blog back up to full functionality again. I’d been writing for about ten days, resurrecting all this old content after a year of non-writing sabatical time. I wanted to get back into the writing habit, and was feeling inspired, maybe even longingly-so, by my annual New Years Posts despite — and maybe because of — their half-year time-span away. So I came up with “Those Thirty Posts in June.”
It is a fairly monumental, yet thankless, task. I write a whole crap-load of posts, each post triggered off a quasi-question on the state of my life and presuming to capture a bit of the personal zeitgeist as I see it from wherever I happen to be sitting each day. There is a bit of framing. A bit of theming. There is the sense of past, present and future. There is a whiff of introspection. There is a whole gamut on the spectrum of seriousness. And in the end, hopefully, I’ll have a few more pages of content.
There is no word maximum or minimum. I just write. Some of the posts from last year are complete garbage, me filling space and time with my requisite daily post. But then others have bubbled to the top of the pile over the last eleven or twelve months and become high-ranking search targets, up and down, down and up like a kind of content-ranked lava lamp. I just write.
In about two weeks the second installment begins. And on top of all the other obligations and commitments — running training, photos every day, life, work, et cetera — and the fact that all this writing won’t disuade me from keeping up some my regular features — reloaded, daddy daze, running updates, and whatever other pieces I’ve added since the last round — I’ll be providing you, my scattered readers, with at least one item for your a daily dose of content. Be kind.