In the great tradition of historically stupid decisions (“I’ve got it — let’s invade Iraq!”) I have just this moment decided to blog right here here for 365 consecutive days.
That means every single day for the next year. The more thoughtful among you might ask whether a commitment like this one will interfere with my life. Actually, I’m thinking of it as an alternative to my life, parts of which are not, as the New Agers might say, Ideal Scenes. In circumstances like this, what’s called for is a futile gesture. This is the one I’ve decided to make.
Obviously, I’m going to run out of material long before I run out of days. That’s part of the charm, actually. There will be days when I have to write about things I don’t want to write about, just because I’ve used up everything I do want to write about. And, to make this a little more suicidal, I’m pledging that no blog will be shorter than 300 words. So in the next year, I’ll bloga minimum of 109,500 words. A good-size novel. Just for you, and you won’t even read it every day.
Of course, committing to entries of a minimum length is miles from committing to entries of a minimum quality. I expect to scrape bottom quite soon and then to scrape through the bottom entirely and get into the interesting stuff that’s actually under the stuff that’s under the stuff that’s under the bottom.
Up until now, blogging here relatively rarely, I’ve managed to stay in charge of what I wrote. At the rate of a blog a day, though, I expect, in a relatively short period, to be scooping stickum from my subconscious because my conscious mind, while it can accurately be described as encompassing a wide range of issues, doesn’t really have expertise in any of them. It can be said of my mind what someone said of Victor Hugo’s — that it’s as broad as all the seas and a foot deep. That should, fairly quickly, bring me up against the central problem: Three hundred words a day, about what? The only thing I can talk about endlessly is myself, so I also commit that this won’t always be about me. A lot of the time, probably, but not always.
One other thing this project has in common with the Iraq War is that the only exit strategy is failure. I’ll either make it or I won’t. In that regard, the relatively low readership of this blog is comforting. Relatively few people will actually see me fail.
Here goes. Look the other way, please.