December 2. I had not realized that the ten-year anniversary of this blog is already today, not tomorrow. I only found out by looking for the oldest entry in my Google Drive. 3,648 entries as of today, the only days I missed were those when I was unconscious in the hospital.

It had taken me twenty-five years of writing, and twenty-five years of technological development happening in the world at the same time, until I realized that this was the most logical, the most appropriate way I could ever be a writer. I need to write things down as they happen. I need to be in a sense of wonder about them as I write.

I thought I’d lose all of my friends, contacts, followers out there by doing such a stupid thing. I also realized that this project was not in the realm of negotiable things. So I went ahead with it. To my great surprise, people started reading it, and have kept reading it over the last ten years.

I will keep this blog running as long as I live. I will have to remind myself constantly to stick to its agenda: Don’t write what about what you already know. Write forward, not backward. Write about what you’re scared of. Be even more scared of publishing it. And then do just that.

I need other projects besides this. It took me seven years after the start of this blog to realize that my long-form writing should follow basically the same mechanism. It took me another three years, until this very week, to realize that the only way I can do that is to give it a fixed amount of time every single day. Which I will from now on.