...when I read about it on Nan's blog, and so, after asking her permission to nick it, I am going to do the same:
Post the first line of each month's post over the past year and see what it tells me about my blogging year.
Right, let's go:
January and February I wasn't here yet, so my 2009 starts with
My friend and I go back a long, long way.
When the train came to a halt, she opened her eyes again, half-smiled in the direction of the man opposite her and, with a visible effort, got up from the seat.
Heavy and weighed down was how she felt that morning.
As of late, I can not help having the impression that I must be going through a rather boring period.
A few nights ago, I have finished reading "The Human Animal", written by Desmond Morris.
Of all the people you walk or drive past, stand or sit next to each and every day while you travel to and from work or go about your daily tasks, some of them could be your friends... if only you knew them.
Today, I did not have an adventure, although there was one practically offering itself to me on a silver plate.
That is what I am telling myself when, as it happens occasionally, I feel sadness trying to overwhelm me: it's just some chemicals in your brain reacting in a certain way.
Today was wet and windy - so windy, in fact, that I was in two minds about taking my umbrella when I left the house in the morning.
Why is it, I wonder, that our attention is best held by morsels of information, snippets of a story, parts of a picture?
I think it is easy enough to tell from the first lines of each entry which ones are short stories and which ones are simply musings and rambling on about some topic or other.
My most "productive" months were April and September; in November, I only wrote one entry - of course, without knowing that my husband was going to die the very next day and I would have neither time nor energy or the inclination to write for some weeks.
Two of the entries in my blog were not written by myself but by my "co-author" on (so far) two stories which we have written together on a different platform.
"How the cat lost its thumbs" is based on an idea that my sister had years ago; I have merely elaborated on her initial manuscript and translated it into (hopefully understandable) English.
2009 was, for me, a year full of changes - some very welcome and deliberate, some less so and totally unexpected.
2010 will be good to me. I think I have every reason to be optimistic.