The first entry was on the 25th April 2011 and was titled "I'll never carry on". It was short, snappy and relatively pointless. It was also incorrect. I did carry on, albeit with some dramatic pauses for effect.
So this blog is over 3 years old, but I was, ironically, procrastinating when that milestone came and went. Oh the delicious, syrupy irony.
So what has happened in the 3 and a bit years since this here blogerooni (to give it the full, official title) was started to little pomp and no circumstance?
My most popular post is a relatively early one, entitled "It's Mulberry, crossed with Tod's and Prada", dating from the 5th of June 2011. I'm guessing that could be because it mentions large brand names, and so gets picked up in searches more often. It could because it's a masterclass in informative, creative blogging, that is overdue plaudits and free chocolate biscuits.
My least popular post is last week's, closely followed by the very first entry mentioned above. The lesson here is to write about up-market leather goods, rather than me. But sorry folks, this blog is called Adventures of a Procrastinator, not Adventures of a Handbag Purchaser.
As far as life from entry 1 to 100, long suffering adorable wife has suffered (longly) through endometriosis, endured three surgeries, the last of which was blogged about on the 26th May 2013. Since that date, she has made slow, steady, impressive progress, to the stage that she is now the proud member of a local gym, which she attends three times a week. Energy is being regained, health re-built, and bod is being toned. All in all, a grand success story, and one for which we truly feel blessed. Not everyone is so lucky, and I still support Endometriosis UK via my modest book sales.
Ah yes, my book. The blog was started mainly as a way to force my novel writing into a public arena, and to that end, the result was a resounding success. Clara Bow and the Seal of Solomon was announced to the world on my birthday; the 22nd May 2012. I still feel proud of completing a whole novel, and getting it into the world at large.
After a shaky start, with sales being somewhat notable by their absence, Kindle editions started to be picked up, and now I do get a trickle of monthly income from the book. Currently I am trying hard to get writing done on the follow-up, Clara Bow and the Staff of Aaron. I wish I had managed to get it complete sooner, but come on guys, I have a full-time job, a wife, and friends, and I do need to spend a little of my life attending to those matters. As much as I would love to blitz a book out in a manner of a few months, which I reckon I could, were it my full time profession, it just isn't realistic.
In these three years I have also become more social. One of my first disastrous attempts at passing the socialising frontier was detailed in a blog from 23rd April 2012, entitled "A night to remember (and then forget)", which detailed my swift descent into alcohol-ingestion hell.
But since that fateful day I have learned how to drink, and handle, my alcohol, and have a small, but high quality circle of friends who seem to enjoy my company, or at least tolerate my presence. Which is nice. I hasten to add alcohol is not always imbibed. Other, wholesome activities are enjoyed.
What hasn't changed in these 100 blogs? My job for one. I am still doing the same thing as three years ago. Well, that's not strictly true. I am technically in the same role, but the nature of that role has evolved, and for the better I would say. If it had not, I may not have lasted as long as I have. If something becomes stagnant I inevitably crave a change. Lucky for me my job is challenging in the right ways, and has shifting parameters and hard to reach goals. That said, a few more bob in the pocket wouldn't go amiss... But I can't just do a job for the money now. I want to love what I do, or it will drive me nuts real quick!
Adorable wife hasn't changed. She's still adorable, and she's still my wife. And I love her more than ever. That will be the same in blog entry 1000, and entry 100,000. Though at my current blogging pace, I think that would make me about 3,333 years old at that point.
We still live in the same place. I think that will have to change soon. We're exploding out of this space, overflowing with stuff, in a residence that has no way to be expanded. Guess I do need that job that pays the extra bob if I want the place with more space...
100 blog entries isn't too shabby you know. It's two and a half a month on average, which, considering the mahoosive gap before, in true Hollywood style, I re-booted my franchise, must mean I had a pretty decent pace at one stage. Ah, the glory days. It's interesting casting a cursory glance over the historical entries, and seeing what 100 blogs say about me.
I notice a common theme with my blog is me vanishing, re-appearing, apologising, proclaiming I have cracked how to keep on top of my writing, then vanishing again! It is obvious I chose my blog title appropriately. But to be fair, every time I have returned. Now it is a beast of three plus years, it has taken on a life of its own. No longer does it lie in the cot screaming for my attention. It is picking itself up and staggering on wobbly, but determined legs, and I am having to run after it, and keep it under control. Stop it from poking Lego in its nose and so on.
Another frequent theme are my insecurities, the recent being the blog of the 15th August 2014, titled "I don't always understand who I am...", so navel gazing and introspection seems to be one of my proclivities. Sorry about that.
I have also just noticed that on the 8th of February I wrote a blog entry entitled "Why doesn't everyone use common sense?", a shocking similar title to recent entry on the 7th August entitled "What the heck is common sense?" Seems I really am on a Hollywood re-boot.
Thank you to those who have stuck with me through these last few years. Especially those of you who have always been there to push me to write, and keep pestering me for new material. You know who you are, and this is me telling you that it's greatly appreciated, more than I can ever say.
Here's to the next hundred pages of gibbering idiocy...