I've been thinking about my blog as we come to the end of another year. What direction should it go, should I continue, what have I learned over the past year?
The decision has been a hard one, but I have decided that I'm going to keep on pestering you for another year. I will, however be cutting back a bit. One of the hardest parts for me over the last few months has been keeping up with your blogs and it's dawned on me I don't take the time to do so. From January I'm setting aside every Wednesday to come on over and annoy the crap out of you with my comments.
Which brings me on to this blog. I'm cutting down to twice a week for me and leaving every Wednesday open for guests and blog tours. It means there won't always be a blog on Wednesday, but that won't matter. I'm sure it'll pick up as time goes on.
The guidelines for a Wednesday blog are simple. You can say whatever you like as long as it isn't illegal, pornographic or a hate-filled rant. I won't edit it, though I may correct the odd spelling mistaike. I already have one booked for next February, but don't feel you have to book now.
Mondays will be the usual random selection of things that pique my interest or some helpful-ish piece of writing advice, while Friday will be for the fun stuff, the curiosities of life and good news from wherever I can get it. As most news outlets concentrate on disasters I though I'd see what I can find that's positive.
I'm also going to take two breaks a year, one in the summer and one over Christmas. I find myself running out of energy at those two points so it's a good point to wind down. I'll still have the Friday blogs during the breaks as I REALLY enjoy doing them, but they'll probably be limited to pictures. This year, the last 'proper' blog will be on 21st December, but I'll still do the Friday pictures over the holiday season.
So that's next year sorted out.
In the meantime I thought I'd share my illness with you.
I have a nasty cold. On Saturday the disease set up a water production facility in my nose causing me to run out of tissues. Yesterday it switched to mucous production. Today the workers at the mucous factory have staged a work to rule, so the owners set up a tickle factory in my throat alongside an outsourced mucous factory and I'm now using toilet roll at both ends of my body at an alarming rate.
In the face of this I'm going to do what every real man would do: sit in bed, whinge, whine, complain and act like I'm dying.
If all goes well, I'll see you on Wednesday, if not, please send fresh flowers for my ashes.