100 Entries (And God Knows How Many Parenthetical Asides)

So there's this little counter on the main MT (Movable Type) admin interface that tells you how many blog entries you've done, and guess what? This one tonight is apparently my 100th entry since I started keeping this blog back in April. 100 entries in just under 6 months--woo! I feel pretty proud of myself, to have kept up some kind of regular writing habit (in addition to the novel writing, which is just never going to be as regular as I want it to be).

I just spent some time reading back over some of the older entries and I have to say, I was actually pretty pleased with what I read, for the most part. Not every thing I ever posted was an exquisitely carved jewel of literary beauty (in fact, to be brutally honest I'd say the best I got was just decent quality flashy rhinestones, if that), but there seems to definitely be a voice (hopefully one that is at least mildly interesting/entertaining to someone other than me), and I think I got down some interesting insights there from time to time. I like this blogging thing (though I suppose if I was being totally accurate I'd say that what I've been doing is really more like online journaling than blogging). I think I'll keep it.

There's just something so satisfying to me about the combination of personal journaling, with all its mundane details, and public commentary on things that interest me. And I won't deny that it's fun to just have my own little creative domain over which I have complete control. I can spin what I say (and spin my presentation of self, as one of my favorite theorists, Erving Goffman, writes about) any ol' way I please, for any nefarious (or not so nefarious) purpose that suits my fancy. And I can twist and stretch my sentences and punctuate however I please, whenever I please--that alone is an excellent fringe benefit (at least for my writerly self).

So yay for me, and yay for Parentheticals. Some day maybe it will grow up and be a "real" blog, not just this wooden facsimile with delusions of grandeur and an occasionally helpful cricket muse.