Do bloggers blog about the very act of blogging when they can’t think what else to blog about?
I know I’ve been guilty of that before.
And perhaps I’m guilty of that today.
I’ve got loads of things I want to blog about though, so this post is not entirely about a lack of other topics.
For example I could blog about the time, recently, that I won a massive cake in a raffle. Or how Mrs Proclaims and I survived in near arctic conditions when we thought our boiler had broken, but in fact our boiler was fine and it was our gas meter that had broken (oh the hilarity of going for three days without heating only for the wrong kind of repairman to turn up!)
Or I could brag about how I totally won an argument conducted through the medium of email in work today.
Because I owned that email exchange.
But today I want to blog about this very blog.
Because I have been something of a blogging machine of late. Yesterday I posted my ninetieth post in ninety consecutive days. Today is my ninety-first post in ninety-one consecutive days.
That’s a pretty good record by anyone’s standards.
But some of the ninety-one posts have, I think, been quite good.
Not this one obviously.
But some of them have been.
And now I find myself a mere nine days and nine posts away from hitting a century. A hundred posts in a hundred days.
Will I make it?
Who really cares?
I mean I care a little bit. But it’s not really going to change my life. I won’t even get a celebratory t-shirt.
Maybe I should make a celebratory t-shirt.
That would be cool.
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
Because I’m not there yet.
Today I’m at ninety-one.
And ninety-one does not make for a cool t-shirt by anyone’s standards.