This is my 1300th blog post. My first post was August 4, 2004. If I had written every day since then, I would be writing my 5439th post.
I feel like such a slacker.
Still, 1300 blog posts is something. I don't know too many bloggers who have lasted 15 years. Of course, I don't know any bloggers any more. All the ones I did know quit after a year or two.
Sticking to a blog isn't easy. I can honestly say that, if I was being paid to blog, I probably wouldn't have lasted as long as I have. Getting paid would mean I would be under pressure to produce quality content on a regular basis. And I likely wouldn't be able to write about anything I wanted anytime I wanted. There is a lot to be said for not having any readers to disappoint.
And I have said a lot in 1300 posts, generally in 1000 words or less.
It would be a lot to expect to have had someone follow my blog and have read every post from day one. If they did, however, I imagine they could have begun formulating a psychological profile of me and begun to recognize my up and down moods based on my topics.
I tend to write about being invisible, my lack of readers and my tendency towards self-delusion when I'm feeling in a funk and lacking in self-confidence.
I write about the past when I'm feeling maudlin. And I write about things I think are funny when I'm feeling manically witty.
I think 90 percent of my posts have been in the first category (which explains my lack of readers).
Regardless, I write. So I think I can legitimately call myself a writer.
Even if no one else does.