Invariably are a disappointment, the last refuge of the creatively dead. Some are worse than that even – more like forms of vandalism against our hopes and dreams. Lucky for me that Measure of Doubt never embodied anyone’s hopes and dreams, so there’s no chance of that.
But I do take a
certain sense of pride in the first one hundred. I work in a profession
where writing badly on obscure topics published in journals that nobody
reads is considered the gold standard of excellence (if you don’t
believe me, try making your way through an issue of the Canadian
Historical Review some time – seriously, I dare you) so the blog served
as an important outlet for me, and I look back on the one hundred with
some satisfaction. I worry about sullying it with another fourteen or
so, spread out over two-and-a-half years, gradually petering out. On
the other hand, I have a great deal to complain about, not least of all
because Christmas is just over six months away...
Another hundred, shall we? Look for the first one tomorrow.