So, yeah. A thousand posts–this blog wasn’t supposed to be that way, as those of you who’ve been around a while know. But, I didn’t grow up to be as my mother hoped and she still loves me, despite everything. There has been a lot less poetry and original writing than I’d hoped, but I should have known that starting a blog and writing a novel at the same time aren’t always mutually sustainable activities. I share stuff with you instead–photographs, memes, songs….
Old Road Apples has evolved considerably since that first, miserable placeholder post with the clowns.
I hope a few of you actually like what I fling in your direction, and aren’t just in it for the click-backs. I’d understand if you are, but keep it to yourself. Allow me to continue to live the illusion. And at the risk of sounding self-important, at this point I’d like to thank anyone who reads this for what feels like an accomplishment to me– one of my objectives here was to do something sustained, which I thought would require more of an effort. In practice, it has been the easiest part, posting for you and then seeing what you’re up to. Pretty cool, eh?
So, here’s to another 1000 posts….who’s going to be here in another 18 months? All of you, I hope.