Annual reassessments are dicey things. If you have a terrific year, they can sound like bragging, which would be nice for a change. If you had an absolutely lousy year, they sound like whining, something I do enough of as it is.
On the other hand, they can be autobiographical in instances where the possibility of anyone (including yourself) ever doing an “official†biography is next to nil. In this instance, honesty is called for, the kind most people rarely indulge in public. It gives one pause to consider the responsibility latent in such an enterprise.
But, as they say, it’s my blog and I’ll bloody well write what I want.…