I can always be counted on to persevere as long as it is humanly possible to do so, and then just a bit longer. – “Eighth Anniversary”
As I wrote one year ago today, “There are quite a few older blogs, but I daresay not many bigger ones; despite travels, travails and troubles, I’ve somehow managed to produce a post every single day since July 10th, 2010. That’s [well over] 3000 of them now, and that isn’t even counting the books, essays for other publications, audio and video interviews, and speeches I’ve given in public (not to mention the innumerable unrecorded rants to which I’ve subjected my admiring clients and long-suffering friends, the latter not always while entirely sober).” On top of all that, I now have my own documentary (which you should watch if you haven’t already). I’ve reached the point where I summarize that as “for the past decade”, and given the incredible density of posts I think that’s acceptable shorthand; in fact, those who follow this blog closely have probably noticed that I’m already shifting toward looking back at essays from ten years back rather than a mere three (expect a new feature in January). I’ve sometimes said that I’m not entirely sure how I’ve managed to continue for this long, but that’s a self-effacing lie rooted in my Southern Belle upbringing. In reality, I know exactly how I’ve done it: it’s a formula consisting of personality force, righteous indignation, stubbornness, anger, and OCD, in roughly equal proportion. And though (like most people) I’m not entirely sure how much longer I have in this incarnation, I have no plans to stop fighting this war until there is no breath left in me. And truth be told, I’m not even sure I could stop even if I wanted to.
