There’s always something to howl about.

All things are ready if our minds be so: Author 21 doesn’t hold her manhood cheap, and goes once more unto the breach

I know this post is a private party, completely self-indulgent on my part, but this is my little one year anniversary of becoming a Bloodhound. I don’t do much looking back so I’ll make this short and sweet, well, maybe not so sweet. Here’s the original post that brought me here:

The folks at ActiveRain are putting together a contest. It’s Pygmalion for webloggers, wherein experienced real estate webloggers take eager young blogging caterpillars into their tutelage, and, Henry Higgins-like, bring forth beautiful blogging butterflies in a few months’ time. The winning pair of bloggers will split $5,000 amongst their favorite charities.

(I predict my favorite charity will turn out to have something to do with stray animals.)

In any case, I’m looking for a patsy, er pigeon, er victim, er volunteer — I’m looking for a volunteer to learn the art and science of real estate weblogging with me as your tutor, er mentor, er insufferable bastard.

To disclaim is to disclose: I am not the gentlest teacher in the world. But I know a lot about weblogging, and I can teach you as much as can be taught about this art, this praxis, this obsession.

If you are at or very near the stage of being a total wannablogger with a will to make the leap to something that can blow kisses at true greatness, you’re my ideal candidate. I love you best in Phoenix, but if you’re not here, you’re just not here.

If you want to learn to do real estate weblogging wisely and well, with style, with grace, with humor and panache — I’m your volunteer.

To me, that looked like fun. Did I say that out loud? It isn’t supposed to be fun here, is it? It’s serious business on the Bloodhound Blog, right? Bloodhounds don’t have fun, nor do they have a sense of humor, do they? If that’s what you think, or if there is some part of “insufferable bastard” you don’t understand, please go away, this isn’t for you.

The end of Project Blogger would have been the perfect time for me to make a graceful exit, but they couldn’t get rid of me that easily. I’m here because (well this too) but mostly because I thrive on challenge: Fearlessly throwing ideas around, pushing yourself, endlessly working to be better, making mistakes, getting your ass kicked, coming back stronger than ever, but most of all never ever settling. Bloodhound isn’t for everyone and I doubt it was designed that way. I can live with that and I think the blogiverse can live with it too.

This clip is over-the-top scenery chewing stuff, but I love this speech. When I quoted Shakespeare a year ago, “we few, we happy few, we band of brothers” little did I know how close to the truth that was.

Happy Anniversary to me, but to all the Bloodhounds and its readers: Maximas tibi gratias ago.