The Follower button doesn't work properly, for example, so despite blogging every day it shows up on other blogs as not having blogged for about 10 months. The only good thing is the blog that it seems to have stopped on was called Writing about Writing about Sex, so a surprising number of people do click through to investigate. If anyone knows how to fix this, please let me know.
But the techie stuff aside, it's been interesting to have to think up something to say about writing in about 300-500 words every day. Sometimes I'm bursting with ideas and have a mega list, other times I'm staring at a blank page. A few times I've been burning to write something, but have decided it would breach confidentiality so toned it down to protect the guilty - and then decided it's too wishy washy and so deleted the lot.
Overall it's made me realise how writing - doing, thinking, reading - is central to my life. I don't much else, which I'm sure makes me pretty boring to most people on the planet. Take me to the cinema, and afterwards I'm blathering on about character arc and motivation rather than whether Leonardo di Caprio is fanciable or not. Go round an art exhibition with me, and I'm searching for narrative in the paintings. (I have been told this is particularly annoying, but sorry, I can't help it.)
Perhaps some time over the next year I'll run out of steam, and go off and do something else. Until then, happy writing everyone.