I tried to work in a Ray Stevens joke, but I think most of my readers are too young for it. And even if you aren’t too young, do you really want to get that song stuck in your head? (oh, I did that already? Whoops.)
For most of the life of this blog, I’ve struggled to get 4-6 posts up a week. The goal was always 6, but sometimes I’d have to settle for two. Sure, I’d occasionally get 8 or 9 days in a row, but that was about it.
Then in 2021, I got a notification that I’d posted something here for like 50 days in a row—without trying or noticing. That seemed pretty cool, so I thought I’d see if I could go for 100 days in a row. And then I’d take a couple of days off. But then I got the 100-day notification and decided to go for 200, I was liking this challenge.
Once I hit 200, I didn’t even bother shooting for 300—I had to go for a year. And then once I got there (actually, it was a couple of days afterward—I don’t think I saw the year mark), I figured it could be fun to go for two years—or 730 days. Yesterday’s repost about Hard Rain was enough for me to achieve that personal record. I’d hoped to get 2 other posts up yesterday (maybe 3), just to make the day more of an event, but things happen (I do have 1.2 of them written, I want to note).
Sure, not every one of those days resulted in something I’m proud to have posted—once it became a goal and not something I stumbled into, I’d stress about getting something up and would have to settle for a repost of something just to qualify. But I did work on something every day, whether I got it in decent shape to post or not. I’m enjoying the discipline
I haven’t decided if I’m going to try for three straight years (1,095 days) or if I’ll let myself have a day or two off. For now, I’m just going to enjoy the accomplishment. We’ll see what happens next.
It’s the 10th Annual 
Grab a book, any book.
