Wednesday, 24. December 2014 8:12 | Author:admin
Tomorrow, I have a topic I've saved for last, so on this next to last day, I want to make some closing comments.
Among the main observations of this 2014 “24 Days of Blogging” (trademark applied), is how late most of the entries were written. This will be the second time that I've skidded in under the tag and right into the next day. While I wish this were a reflection on how much I was honing each entry late into the night, on most of these occasions I didn't sit down till right before bed. This was usually because I was still desperately searching for a topic, which is, of course, is the artificial challenge of an artificially imposed writing schedule, matching the writing requirement to a sometimes limited inspiration. Though this is a good discipline, I'm happy that it only comes once (or twenty-four times) a year.
I was under the impression that I wrote fewer “meaty” pieces this year, significant thoughts on education or life developed into a larger, more polished, essay. However, when I checked back to last year, the balance between solid and “filler” pieces was more or less the same. Happy (or sad) to realize that the Muse hits on a similar schedule. I have been surprised by the number of comments about some of the entries that I didn't like, which shows that I don't know anything.
One thing that I enjoyed in my review of previous years was re-reflecting (would that be flecting?) on some of the greatest hits from the past. Some of the predictions have come true, others less so. Some of the strongly held opinions are still at the forefront of my agenda, others less so. It would be a great post (which is only occurring to me now as I am finishing) to do a comparison of Greg '14 with Greg '13 or Greg '11 (didn't do this in '12)
I wrote only two entries in Starbucks this year. I don't know if this is a comment on my writing discipline or my coffee consumption.
I am profoundly aware of the limited audience that enjoys/endures these posts. I remain convinced that this practice would still have value if I were writing for an audience of self. However, to those of you out there who read or comment, please know of my humble gratitude and complete mystification that you go on this path with me.
Sometimes I've spun gold out if straw, sometimes straw out of gold, and sometimes I've suffered from hay fever.
Enough…can't wait to see what I'll talk about tomorrow!
As always, I welcome your comments.