Sunday, 11 October 2009
418 posts, anyone would think I'd run out of things to say soon!!
My mate Trousers was round last night, we went out for a curry, and he was celebrating having written his 300th post.
Which got me thinking, and then cause this enforced sitting gives me not much to do, I started checking statistics.
And guess what.... yep you have to suffer them too
So this is my 418th post!!!!
So Happy 418th Birthday to my blog.
Except that this is the third bog here. I started life as Prada Pixie in May 2006 and wrote for almost a year and 196 posts. Became known as Pix to everyone, and am still called that my a blogger who became a dear friend.
There was a small break, when I had an emotional melt down which I didn't want to write about here, given that my readers had being putting up with that, in one shape or another for a year. And for me that was one emotional screw up too far.
I was away for about three weeks. And in that time I almost got used to not blogging.
But I seriously missed the contact with people, so I came back as Bollinger Byrd.
This wasn't a good name, and I wasn't happy with it, but I was out of inspiration until I went and met and stayed with the astonishing Sorrow.
And in the way of these things huge meaningful conversations ensued. And whilst climbing in the Blue Ridge Mountains we talked about how I felt I was finally starting to rise above the ashes like a Phoenix and Firebyrd was born.
In these two identities I've written 221 plus today's post.
I've written 36 poems, 15 short stories. I've got two other blogs, the first 11 chapters of a self help book I keep meaning to finish which so far numbers 24,000 words. My other blog is not for the faint hearted as it is sexual in content, and hasn't been written in for several months now, but has 7 posts.
And the rest of this collection of words are my thoughts on the world.
Whether therapy stuff, my own pain, life stories about my family, moaning or whatever.
And I frequently think I'll close it all down when I'm having a fit of pique and throwing my toys out of my pram. But then realise that the only person who will suffer as a result of that is me.
And the biggest and best thing that I've got out of blogging, well that's easy, it's YOU! Whether you are old friends, who no longer blog, but who I walk, do lunch with, get on a plane to visit. Or new friends who I do exactly the same with and have plans to meet, or have met.
YOU make this worthwhile, and I would dearly love to meet up all the people it's not possible to meet in Australia, America and Africa and give a huge hug to.
Wouldn't it just be lovely to all be able to afford the time, and money to get together and have a 'real' world party.
But in the absence of that I'll just continue writing and writing and visiting you in blogland and email and thank you for putting up with the occasional (!!!!!!) thing I find to say!!!