The launch of the mighty sailing ship called The Jack B. was about 7.5 years ago or maybe it is eight or nine, who can remember.
Sure we could go into the archives and locate the date with ease if we wanted to or we could just say we started blogging in 2004 on a different site that was integrated into this one.
If you looked through the joints and removed the duplicate posts you’d probably still have around eight or nine thousand of them.
Based upon unscientific research that means I produced more content than most with a few of those posts falling into the good, very good and excellent categories.
Production levels were steady for the first decade or so and then courtesy of work and life responsibilities they slowed down to the current place of semi-hibernation.
Why is it important to mention?
Because writers don’t quit writing, but bloggers do.
I am a writer who is a blogger, not a blogger who just happens to write.
I have been drunk on writing for so long now I can no longer remember what it means to be sober.
There is no time I can remember where writing wasn’t on my mind or a part of me in some way.
Although there were and are times in which it was lower on the list of priorities it always occupied a spot on the list.
I am not sure I recognized its import when I was younger, but for certain I have and I do.
The hardest challenge for me now is to write with the complete freedom I wish to under my own name.
I come closer all the time, but have been holding back just a little, not always, but enough.
That will change.