everything old is new again
A few months ago I had the crazy idea of reinstating all my archived blog posts since 2004. My darling husband filed them away neatly for me every time I threw a tantrum and wanted to delete my stupid blog and start all over again, bless him. So I started talking to him about it, wondering out loud how hard it would be and how much time it would take, and he just kind of gently changed the subject each time. Then, a couple of weeks ago I asked him again to show me where on the database all those blog posts were. And that’s when he ‘fessed up.
For several months now he has been taking the archived blog posts out, tidying them up (they are text only; the formatting is gone, the photographs and links are no longer there) and putting them into something that he has called ‘The Collected Works of Trish Smith.” He is making all of my blog posts into one big book, and he was doing it as a surprise.
I can’t quite get my head around what an epic task this has been, and how many hours he must have already spent on it. But to put it into perspective: my novel is 105,000 words, give or take. The Collected Works of me is 703,535 words. Big round of applause for PJ, don’t you think?
He wants to keep working on it, and he’s going to let me help him, especially with the boring job of reformatting basic text. And in the meantime I’m going to start re-posting some of my old blog posts. It’s been really fun, and probably a bit self-indulgent, reading back on all those early entries. My goodness I used to go on about some shite.
(My original blog was called Blogasmic, and those posts are categorised as such. You can find them all in the archives or via the categories tabs.)