In a few hours, we’ll be saying farewell to 2010.
It was an eventual year, as all years are because they are at least 365 days. This year was eventual for me on several levels, as I waded through a wanderlust of words to present a regular posting schedule as the year wound down to a close. December was truly Mecember.
I hadn’t written a book since my sixth grade opus Tiny Adventures at the Local Malt Shoppe, and abandoned with much remorse its highly anticipated seventh grade sequel, Live from the Planet Mutation. In 2010, I eventually wrote another, The Eventual Planifesto, which is still in its beta stage but available for sale for under one dollar. Inflation will cause the electronicized book to rise to under three dollars as of January 9th. Still a bargain, just not as good of a bargain.
So how do I start off 2011?
Well, I’ve been contemplating getting up more eventual than usual but doing something rather unusual. I’m thinking of going for a swim. Outside. In Canada. What is known as a Polar Bear Swim.
(Mind you, it is Victoria, where the temperatures are milder than much of the United States at this time of year. Still…it will be a tad cold.)
While liquid courage might be what I’d normally require to take a plunge of this magnitude, I’m thinking that I might need the magnitude of my readership to give me the courage to plunge into the liquid.
So, I present the first ever “poll” at Eventualism.
The poll closes at 12 noon on January 1st, PST. At that point, I’ll go with the loud of the crowd. The song of the throng. The word of the herd.
Please, be eventually gentle.
