So yesterday, the 11th, was my one year bloggiversary. I raise a glass to all of you, dear readers, trackbackers, lurkers, and comment spammers. I couldn't have done it without you. (Actually, I could have done without the spam, but that's another story.) I'm more than a little pleased to find the blog continuing to percolate at its steady, if not exactly round-the-clock, pace. I'm a pretty driven person, but I've always been chronically hopeless at things like keeping journals. So the fact that the blog is still a big part of my life one year later is a pleasant surprise.
I suspect the most rewarding part of all of this will arrive ten or twenty years from now, reading through the archives in chronological order, making all the long-forgotten connections ("That's right -- we were just moving into the Brooklyn house when I came up with the idea for that book," etc.) Writing books and articles gives you a nice snapshot of where your head was at on the scale of months or years, but the blog gives you the week by week (and sometimes day by day) account: all the little trails you followed and then abandoned, or the half-formed ideas that lay fallow for a season before blossoming into something useful. You get a record not of your final, polished thoughts, but rather your hunches and dead-ends.