I launched this blog a little over three years ago, when I left the freelance employ of Ragan Communications, where I'd written something similar but much more professional, called Shades of Gray.
What can you say about someone who writes 1,000 posts?
Just what my writer mother wrote in a memoir once:
"Am a writer. Get to call myself that because I write."
(Although, being an obnoxious person, I fantasize about one day being asked by some young cherub for advice on becoming a writer. "Go write a thousand things, son," I'll say, pulling deeply on my Winston. "Then come back to me and ask that.")
Anyway, the real endurance champs are Writing Boots readers, who have put up with so much floating rage and anxiety, some utter gibberish, lots of unnecessary vulgarity and meanness, many phony poses and some self-indulgent sentimental bullshit—because they apparently think I've got something to say about communication that they like to hear.
I sure appreciate that, and only hope I still have something left.
I guess we'll find out soon enough.
Like, tomorrow.