Eight years ago, on January 8th, I started this blog. I didn't call it a blog then, because nobody did. I wrote "columns". Because I didn't know what else to call them.
Back then, I has a fabulous, multi-page website -- replete with a rotating coffee mug -- built by a very generous friend. I loved that website. I kind of miss it (but Blogger is so much easier to deal with than HTML, especially at two ayem). I had loftier aspirations for RUAWAKE in the beginning. But I had two jobs and...well, this happened instead.
January 8th was no accident, though. I chose to launch on that date because: (1) I thought everyone would be too hungover to read on January 1st, and (2) the 8th is David Bowie's birthday. I'm a fan of the man and thought it would put good mojo on this little endeavor. After all, he didn't do too bad for himself. (Yes, I realize this is Elvis' birthday, too; I just prefer David's awesome sauce.) But...well, this happened instead.
I've written over 500 posts now. I know. I should be really super fricken good at what I do by now, right? There's been so little improvement because I always do it at the last minute. I'm a night writer. And I work best under deadline pressure. Not that this stuff is my "best". It's more like "done", which is, of course, the next best thing.
There's nothing more boring than a blog about blogging. And you would think that I would have come up with something a bit more *dazzling* for this mini milestone. But, it turns out that I didn't have to go for the gold because bronze is the appropriate gift for the eighth anniversary. See, it all works out. But, what I really wanted to say is, Thank you! Cheers for coming by and reading my rants, leaving comments and sending me emails. I adore the friendships I've forged within the blogosphere. What an amazing (if not crazy) community of very kind, funny and talented folks. Thank you for making these past 8 years much more interesting. I hope you'll continue to stop by. I think I just might be getting the hang of this now.