For those not keeping score at home, this is the 100th blog since Kay talked me into expressing all the oddball stuff which goes on in my addled mind. When I started 100 was more-or-less the goal -- not really believing there was that much I could think of to say; and sure that if I reached such output I would run out of those boring stories inflicted over the years on my defenseless children.
There is no fixed agenda to this blogging stuff; nothing to sell, no platform sought to proclaim any particular viewpoint or advocate any cause; no specific writing style locked into (unless you count rambling). Maybe I could work on some of that, but all I have is an eclectic brain and observant mindset.
Solely for purposes of a mental exercise, I've tried to make every submission as close to 500 words as possible. This is about as much as I can say about any subject, and probably as much as anyone would read. This has meant a lot of really good stuff was dumped, and on occasion a bunch of fluff inserted.
So, to date, 50,000-plus words.
It never occurred to me anyone would actually read my ramblings other than Kay (who insists on editing my errors) and Jason Moon (who insists on editing my archaic prose). It surprises me when that one other reader says they read it, overwhelms me when they say they like it.
Ever since the eighth-grade, people have told me I'm a good writer. That's not exactly true. One of the things I've reaffirmed in all this blogging is that I definitely am not a writer. Hemmingway was a writer. Erma Bombeck was a writer. Kimberly Gleason is a writer. I'm not a writer -- except for that part about throwing Kimberly in with those other guys, that's good writing -- right Kimberly?
What I am is what I said when this all started 99 blogs ago:
"First, I've never been a good reporter or researcher. Most of what I write I think of as prose written in essay form. Probably the reason very little of what I write is ever read by anyone.
"Second, one of my great failures in life has been a failure to be politically correct. Instead I tend to be too honest for anyone's good. Unfortunately this will continue.
"Third, I am neither a leader nor a very good follower. Most of what I do is observe and keep an incredibly lot of irrelevant facts in my head. My observations and mistaken memories are what I write."
So here we are, over a year into this blogging thing. Is Kay so tired of correcting my typing she's given up and future submissions would be indecipherable? Will Jason stop humoring me and give my spot to Kim? Have I run out of boring stories? Do I have anything left to say?
Watch this space.
(And this makes exactly 500 words)
David L. Lewis is an observer of and sometimes commentator on life who may be reached via e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org.