Everything has a month these days, or a week, or a global day. Star Wars Day, Talk Like a Pirate Day, Mo-vember – they’re in the mainstream. Then there are more esoteric days like Bloomsday – 16th June – the date on which Joyce’s wonderful difficult strange epic Ulysses is set. I usually have kidneys for breakfast on Bloomsday. God knows why, when this is Joyce’s description: “Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods’ roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.”
But back to the topic – there are more causes and popular ideas than there are days in the year. Tomorrow alone is International Day of Older Persons, International Coffee Day and World Vegetarian Day. So if you know a vegetarian that’s older than you, get them a coffee. Make sure it’s fairtrade to be safe as it’s likely they’re ethical vegetarians.
October is sober – I know that because I put myself through it last year and raised £15 for Macmillan. Apparently it’s also BLOGTOBER.
Write a blog every day. That’s the challenge. I recommend it. So far I’ve done 260 consecutive days. Of varying quality and length. But ok, I love a challenge. I’ll have to make it harder for myself. What am I shit at? Self promotion, mostly. Hence only raising £15 for Sober October. I had no desire to shout about it.
I make minimal effort to make this blog discoverable outside of autoshare to Facebook and Twitter. I’ve barely put any links into it. I haven’t even begun to to use or understand hashtags or tags of any kind. But I write the content with love most days. I put time and thought in. It’s a daily practice and I’ve come to value it.
I’m childminding for Flavia today. She has a producer’s head, and works in PR. I express my desire to do something different in my blog for the month of October. “Promote it,” she says. “That’s different for you.” She’s right. I’ll find that very hard. So I should do it. I’m also going to challenge myself to take more photographs as I frequently get to the end of the day and realise I’ve taken none. I can call it a thought experiment and give myself permission to step out of my usual.
On which subject, I just spent the day with a 3 year old. I haven’t ever spent so long in sole custody of one so young. I think I’ve made it through the day without killing him or losing him. We went for a magical mystery drive, where he got to decide which way we went at every junction, we learnt how to put petrol in a car, we got a Transformers magazine, and we had a walk in a park with it where we kicked through leaves and climbed on art.
Then we got home, and played with Transformers until merciful sleep came out of nowhere and fun-uncle Al got to crack open a beer. He’s snoring, dead to the world. #Cheers.
And here’s the bit where you see people stick a million words, all with hashtags. #Narcissist #Babysitting #Blog #Twat #Beer #Sleep #Childminder #October #Wanker
These lists are frequently longer than the post they’re connected with and are just as frequently irrelevant to the content. #Penguins.
Let’s see what comes of this madness. And what I manage to allow myself to do in terms of overcoming my distaste for “daddy daddy look at me I done a blog.”