Redux

I can assure you that I’m alive and let’s say holding on to dear life, to say that I’m fine would be an exaggeration, but as long as you are breathing, it’s better to make the most of it.

I have two mayor things to go over since I have been on an accidental hiatus. Not writing was not on my plans, but I think there’s no time like the present to get right back on the horse.

I first thing is that my fifteen year of reading culminated with my 42nd birthday, and what a year it was. My grand total was 66,185 pages, that’s 1,243 extra pages that what was projected for the year, and 386 pages more than last year’s extraordinary results, making it my best year on record.

Year sixteen projected quota is 64,680 pages, and my reading has been impressively strong. Only 10 days into it, and I already have 4,282 registered pages. If by some miraculous effort, the pace is maintained, or at least kept around 300 daily pages, I’m looking at a 100,000-page year. Being more realistic, my sight is fixed on breaking the 70,000-page mark.

On a bigger scope, there’s only 13,157 pages left in order to reach the first 500,000 pages. Right now, the projections put the date of achieving this gargantuan task on November 9 of this year.

Thus, my focus is dead centered on getting there much sooner, to give purpose, and more importantly, some breathing room to get to the 1,000,000-page mark by my 50th birthday, the task at hand will be to move up that date to around the middle of September, around the 16th or 17th, marking the beginning of the steep and final ascent to my ultimate goal.

Off to read.

azr.