Taking time off during the holidays makes everyone a thinker. People sit around and reminisce, and decide to try new things in the new year. In my little blogosphere, I’ve seen tons of “new things to come” announcements. I don’t like to blog about blogging, but I’m stuck sounding like the rest of them. I learned recently from my panel of experts that I’m funnier than this blog, and they are sick of reading about all the neat things I get to do and therefore threatening a reader’s union strike. Ouch. So I need to change my format. I agreed with their assessment, mainly because we were in a bar and they were buying my drinks.
I haven’t figured out what all that means for somegosoftly. I started a super secret new blog to see how I feel about trying something new, you could probably find it if you were a motivated hunter. I get so many hits here someone besides my mom MUST like my stories, but I’m so far behind at this point I’d rather run a checklist than relay each awesome story. (How about I went a lot of places and did a lot of things with a lot of people?) I just know it’s time to say goodbye to diary style. No one cares how many days a month I work out, even I can admit that.