A few days ago, as I was looking up old posts to reference for another blog post, I came across one where I was celebrating my 600th post. It was a wild flashback to 2017 and at the end of the post I pondered where I would be in another 600. I thought to myself, obviously I immediately forgot about that once I posted it and have probably passed that new milestone now, what with the more regular schedule I had been on in past years than those early ones. I checked and what do you know, I was on 1198. You couldn’t have planned this better.
I checked my schedule and I had 5 posts planned, the second one being my 1200th. I didn’t want it to be the 1200th so a swift change was in order. Technically my 1200th post is now about being the 1200th post but I am still counting it. I will not wax lyrical, I always find myself carrying on which I’m reigning back. But this time I will stop to say that 1200 is an impressive feat. Unsurprising given I have been here 12 years, but at the same time that feels like waaaay too many posts.
Looking at the numbers I actually must have posted more in the first 600 than after. Roughly in four years I did 600, whereas it took about seven to do the same amount. In that first time I did do four (I think), month long celebrations where I posted every single day. I also briefly posted on Sundays so despite often not posting for months on end, it all worked out? I dunno, numbers are weird and it’s best not to think about them.
Somehow 600 and 1200 became pinnacle moments instead of 500 or 1000, probably because I did miss the 500th and aimed for the next one. I don’t want to say where the 1800th post is going to land me but I think anything from here on end is some kind of achievement.
To those who have been here since post one I am eternally grateful, for those who came in at 100, 500, 1000, or 1195 I am also incredibly grateful you have chosen to come on this bookish journey with me.
Once upon a time . . . happily ever after turned out differently than expected. In this new, feminist, queer fairy-tale collection, you’ll find the princesses, mermaids, knights, barmaids, children, and wise old women who have been forced to sit on the sidelines in classic stories taking center stage. A gorgeous all-new collection in graphic novel format from a Stonewall Honor-winning author and artist.
The Sour Grape holds grudges for every reason under the sun. Lime never returned a scarf they borrowed? Grudge! Orange never called back? Grudge! But when a friend holds a grudge against the Sour Grape without listening to an explanation, the Sour Grape realizes how unfair grudges can be. Could a bunch of forgiveness and compassion be enough to turn a sour grape sweet?
Now, Andy and Terry have built their biggest and most astonishing treehouse yet! It has everything they – and you – could wish for, including an electric pony stable, a Santa Land, a NOISY level, a kangaroo-riding range, a weather dome (where you can have whatever weather you want whenever you want it), a 100% edible gingerbread house and a potato-powered translation transmitter that allows you to talk to everything everywhere all at the same time.
