From 1972 to1996, Robert Shields of Dayton, WA, kept a minute-by-minute diary
of everything he did. He wrote 35 million words before he was stopped by a stroke.

OK, y'all.  Sometime in the next few days I will enter the rare pantheon of bloggers who have managed to disgorge a million words.  Yes, that's right.  That's two-plus War and Peaces.  Eat my dust, Tolstoy! 

I announced this dubious distinction to a group of writers at my friend Iory's recent salon, and was greeted with, well, friendly disdain, let's call it.  For writers, that's very affirming.

Of course I know that you put enough monkeys at a keyboard blogging, eventually they'll bang out a million words.  But I do pride myself on keeping them in some rough order.  Organizational skills are really all that separate us from animals.  Even in cyberspace.

Anyway, I want to make it clear:  I'm not asking for some big bukkake party, or anything, for having reached this milestone.  I don't expect anyone to shower me with anything for this, for the record.  I'm just oversharing, as usual.  I mean, how'd you think I got here in the first place?

Now if you'll excuse me, I've got some more writing to do.