What posts in June? Oh, thooooose thirty posts in June… again. It seems that for the fourth year in a row I’ve climbed aboard the daily blogging train and continued that monumental, multi-year writing effort to string a topic or idea across the vast reaches of years. Each day a new post on a new topic, but on the same blog-per-day topic as last year, creating another set of Those 30 Posts in June. Today, that post just happens to be:
June 30th // Something You Want to Share
It’s been a long, busy month. June was full of about a dozen new changes to this blog. Some will likely stick, others… well, time will tell. I was able to add a few more photos, the ability to blog via email which added a ton of flexibility and spontaneity to my posts. I started the whole question-a-day thing, and I did a bunch of little tweaks here and there to my template, most of which you’ll probably never notice, but I know they are there.
I do it all, at least in part, to share.
I don’t know how to explain the compulsion I have to write in this space, but for some reason it just feels like I’m… I don’t know… leaving some kind of mark, even if that is just a faint digital scratch on the surface of the universe. For whatever it’s worth. Why? I can’t explain. It is just what I do now and there would be a big, gaping hole in my life if I ever had to stop.
This is the thirtieth post in June. Thirty of thirty, for the fourth year in a row. That means (and keep in mind it is still only a fraction of the content herein) there are now one hundred and twenty posts in this series, each (generously, perhaps) averaging about four to five hundred words. That’s –let’s call it– fifty thousand words over four years, or a modest-length novel… about whatever… about June.
In a couple months if I keep an average pace I’ll be crossing the seven-digit word count mark on this blog. After over thirteen years of dribbling text into this space in its multiple incarnations a million words will fill its depths. I doubt you’ve read them all: that’s the equivalent of twenty modest novels, or ten THICK novels, the kind you take to the beach on summer vacation. And for some reason I share it all, here.
And I don’t know why. I guess I just do it.
Over the years I know a bunch of people –friends, family, colleagues, clients, and so many random strangers– who have tried their hand at the blogging arts. For some reason, it’s a tough sell: time, habit, compulsion to keep writing through thick and thin, interesting and mundane, whatever. I’ve stopped keeping track and stopped anticipating, hoping, wondering if anyone else will try and keep up. I know I probably raise the bar too high, and if that’s why you’ve given up, I apologize. I have dug myself a deep, deep hole here, and like a fool I just keep digging hoping to find the exit… or at least a reason why I keep writing.
I really don’t know why. And I will keep on doing it until there is nothing more to say… and then some.
But, alas… June is nearly over, the clock ticking away the last couple hours of the month, and my commitment to daily blogging is nearing another end — at least in this form. I hope you enjoy it. I hope the sharing of it –me writing, you reading– is something that is a purposeful allotment of your time. And maybe someday, if you ever figure out why you keep coming back here to read, you can let me know… perhaps it will help me figure out why I do, too.