THE NINE-YEAR STRETCH
Dick Jones’ Patteran Pages is 9-years old today. I coaxed the clunky machinery of that primitive yet complex Salon Blogs software into life when the weblog represented internet zeitgeist. And I sit here now, utilising this sophisticated and flexible Typepad platform at a time in which other swifter, simpler social media have rendered the weblog a staid and ponderous institution.
In the past year or two, my relationship with blogging, and thus with this blog, has evolved significantly. At the outset my participation in the process was driven by the writer’s prime dual impulse: to create in language and to communicate the product as widely as possible. Whilst the first component remains active - the writing simply happens, presumably because it must - the second has pretty much atrophied. What I write and how I write it have never attracted a broad constituency of readers and any hopeful evangelism has, I’m relieved to say, finally passed.
As for those that have become regular readers and contributors, I value their presence very highly. A number have become friends and party to a relationship beyond the immediate context of the blog. All share a commonality of interests, or at least territories that are contiguous, so the creative momentum behind the Patteran Pages continues, even if posts are scarcer and visits to fellow blogs correspondingly fewer.
So I reckon I’ll make the decade and I hope very much that it will be in the company of those of you reading this from my feeds or direct from the Pages now. This blog will always be my main accommodation, even if for immediacy of interaction Facebook (with the reservations that many of us share) draws me in. A cautious excelsior, then, as this unpromising year unfolds.