On the eve of this blog’s third birthday I’m pinching myself, ever so slightly. I really didn’t think Square Sunshine would put up such stubborn resistance to my low boredom threshold. But it’s the nature of the medium that refuses to accept the limited attention span of a writer. The endless promise of fresh starts, as and when I’m ready, has been the key to my continued posting this far down the road.
A few of you have been visiting from the outset, and you will have witnessed the changes. I’m avoiding the word, evolution, because that suggests to me, something more substantial than a long series of written texts about something and, more often than not, nothing.
I started out strong on grandparenting, but soon discovered how easily the space could be transformed into a gallery for my snapshots. I flirted with poetry, and entered a period when I couldn’t stop writing - and posting - the stuff. I’ve delved back to my childhood, recalled tales I thought I’d long forgotten. I’ve shared episodes from my past and, unwittingly, I’ve painted a kind of picture of me and my life. A sketchy representation of a much longer journey in the real world which runs parallel to – and sometimes touches – blogland.
How will I be marking the moment? Well, following a little tidy up and a lick of paint, things are set to continue in the Square Sunshine for as long as there are things worth writing about. But I can't guarantee a theme. Except maybe the one from The Avengers. I've always liked that.