Today this Blog has been in existence for an entire year.
I can still remember what a reluctant blogger I was. A couple of months before becoming one, I was sitting in a London restaurant with my Chap and a couple of writer chums, saying blithely, "Oh, I don't think I'd like doing it. I can't imagine it."
Good thing I never say never.
A year ago today, I was at the Cottage on the Big Lake and for some reason I took the leap while there.
I had no idea what was in store. I suppose I thought I'd write more about the writing process (and I always tell myself I will) or what I'm reading or listening to. At the outset I didn't plan to post the image of a pornographic cuke (surely you noticed) or so many pictures of my dogs and my flowers. Somehow it happened.
Mostly I seem to use the blog as a journal of activities and events. I don't go in much for the sort of rants against life and/or publishing, and insights about the biz or the process that entertain me on other blogs. Nor do I often air my opinions of the greater world, or expose my biting wit. (Because a newspaper actually pays me to do it? Because of my proclivity for verbal expression of same? Hard to say.)
Perhaps Year 2 will be different. Perhaps not.
As I mark this milestone, I glanced backwards over the year for highlights. I found both of them in the month of October.
Even though my spouse is neither pictured nor named on the blog, he's the most important component in the life reflected here. So in his honour, my tribute to our marriage.
And here's one of my favourite pictures. Shadow and me, after the Blessing of the Animals service conducted in the park beside our church.
It represents all the happy times we shared during Shadow's wonderful life. I miss her cheerful, bouncy presence and her devoted companionship--not in a heartbroken but in a grateful way. I adored her from the moment we met. She adored us and Lola. She was so fortunate to have lived so long and so well.
Not to mention that countless blog posts were written with her stretched out at my feet, either sweetly sleeping or patiently waiting for me to finish so we could romp together.
I'm a creature of habit, and blogging on a regular basis is now a firmly ingrained one.
You've been warned....