I did not manage 365 consecutive entries last year in this whole blogging malarkey. Well, I did. What I mean is I didn’t manage 365 consecutive days. I probably could just have said that from the start but it wouldn’t fill up as much space as this rambling intro does, so there you go.
Anyway, even though I didn’t do all the days in a row, I still did pretty well. Now, however, I feel I have faltered quite heavily by buggering off for a week. Instead of missing a day, or maybe even two, I simply did not do anything for seven days. For no good reason.
Well, apart from the fact I had nothing I could write on and I had no way of connecting to any internet to upload anything*. Life is over. It’s too much. There is no light at the end of the tunnel. It’s all gone Pete Tong. We’re all going to die. There’s no point to any of this. Etc. Etc. Etc.
As such I have decided to tend my resignation and quit One A Day. There’s just no point in trying to rescue it after I’ve gone so horribly off-piste.
Well, that’s bollocks actually. I’m not quitting. I’m just filling in more space as I’m quite tired right now. Oh, and I’m less motivated to write anything because of aforementioned tiredness, hence reticence to even think about writing more shit today.
*Massive lie; I could clearly have done it all if I was bothered enough.
It is something like a new year, or something, according to the world around me where everybody keeps saying things like “did you know it is ‘the new year’?” and “I have been lead to believe by Ian Dransfield’s claims that it is ‘the new year’ that it is ‘the new year’”. Son of a copper – nothing gets past me. Anyway, this means things like people taking up ridiculous promises they will never carry through to their finish – like lots more people joining in for a refreshed run of One A Day blogs. Hopefully more people will be able to get through to the end this time around – there’s more of us starting anyway, so numbers are on our side.
Then there’s the fact that this time around the rules have changed. Despite the name, you’re now free to blog just about whenever you please, so long as there’s a defined routine to it – once a day, a week, a month – whatever. Then there’s the fact that there’s charity involved – something talked about last year, something implemented this year. You don’t even have to donate money – though you can, by giving to Cancer Research here. No, you can just click through a few adverts and surveys to ‘buy’ counselling time for the To Write Love On Her Arms suicide helpline. If you don’t at least give some minutes to that charity then you’re clearly a shit person. Just sayin. I’ll find a way to put both links on here, but for now look at the One A Day site for the links.
Oh, it also links to the blogs of people participating, including a few friends I’ve badgered into doing it. Though ANNA hasn’t done hers yet. Basically, you have a long list on the right-hand side of blogs that may well just interest you. They might not. They might be better than mine. They might be execrable. Whatever they are, it’s people exercising their creative gland for their own benefit and the benefit of a couple of worthy charities. I’d say that’s reason enough to be smug in the new year.
Oh, and it’s not too late to start your own. I’d say one blog a week – 52 in a year – is so easy it’s almost as if you’re not doing anything. So try doing it.
As those of you paying close attention will have noticed, I was a bit all over the place with my updates this weekend. I explained ahead of time that this would be a possible outcome of the visit to foreign lands, but it still sticks in my head. Earlier in the days of One A Day there didn’t seem to be much of a consensus on the rules beyond ‘write more than a paragraph, do it every day’. Actually, thinking about it, there isn’t much of a consensus now either.
Still, I worked from these basic rules and managed to invent my own in my head just through a matter of course. One of which was to actually do an entry every day, on the day. I managed this for a while before forgetting one when drunk, then missing one here, another there. This time around I’ve had to do a couple of double updates to keep on top of things. But am I sliding into carelessness?
Well, no. Not really. I have an update for every day, so far as I’m aware. They’ve rarely – if ever – been more than a day out of date by the time they’ve gone up and I’ve always tried to at least write something and have it on my PC ready to go even if I had no internet access. Or if a stupid hotel had blocked your blog for being inappropriate.
I’m not sure what I’m trying to say here – I think it may just be a pep-talk for myself, geeing myself up as I have, in recent months, been at the creative end of some uninspired tosh when it comes to these blogs.
Still, I will soldier on. Any writing is good for the writer, even if it’s shit. I’m always learning with this and I’m well past the halfway point. That could mean, in a way, I’m on the home stretch.
Tomorrow: jetlag will have faded a little, meaning I should return to my regular service/negativity.