It’s blogiversary time again. It’s now twelve years since I started writing here. Back in 2004 it seemed really important to have my own place to write. That was because the whole idea of writing on the internet or through the internet was still quite new to me. I’d been corporatized for quite a while and had to ask for permission to do so much and now here I was able to not only own my own domain, but set up some software on it and use it to publish my own writing without anyone’s permission but my own. I was also approaching 40. I’ve seen a few people lately turn 40 themselves and have been glad to be able to truthfully say “pretty much everything you know me for, I did after I was 40″
Now of course, I can do this everywhere and so can you. There’s lots of places you can read me and lots of places I can put my stuff, but I think it’s important to recognise and be grateful for the very fact that we can do this so easily and have it presented here as it’s intended, not as some algorithm would have it arranged.
It all took off very quickly, within weeks I was out meeting other bloggers, becoming part of the scene, and within a few months, I was beginning to podcast too. It’s seems very odd to me now that there was a time when the very act of doing it, of writing about my odd little life and talking into a recording machine while I wandered around London, was so novel that it got me paid work.
There have been times when I’ve written every day and there have been times when it’s been sparser but I’ve always felt I had this place to come back to and it’s really great to be able to see twelve years of archives built up. Well OK, there are also some squee-making embarrassing bits but mostly I love what I’ve made here and the affordances it has allowed me. Thanks for being around.