Today is post number 100 here at ClimbingSky. Since re-starting ClimbingSky, I have missed posting only once. And that was by accident. I actually had a post for that day and had scheduled it in advance to publish. But somehow, I had set it to publish in 2025 and not 2024. Oh well.

As we near the end of the regular baseball season, I am beginning to plan for what comes next here. At this point, the plan is to write and post about a few of the many other, miscellaneous things that occupy so much of my thoughts and my time. These include:

• Books
• Poetry
• Coffee
• Art
• Other sports
• Writers
• Writing
• and more Baseball

When I resurrected ClimbingSky in June of this year, I knew I wanted the rhythm of blogging back in my life. Now, 100 posts later, I am a happy that I decided to do so.

The rhythm of the baseball season is a good metaphor for the way I see writing, and maybe life in general. Every day you show up to the ballpark and put in your best effort. Some days you hit a homer. Some days you go 0-5 and make an error that cost your “team” a win. But the next day you lace up your cleats and do it all again.

The baseball season for me is like a serialized novel, the kind Alexandre Dumas once wrote. Like a serialized novel we experience a baseball season as it is being written. Each new season promises to be an experience akin to reading The Count of Monte Cristo or The Three Musketeers. Obviously most are not quite at that level. But all seasons wonderful.

I think of writing, blogging, and poetry in the same way.

As the 2024 regular baseball season comes to an end, it is time for the MLB Playoffs. My team(s) may or may not be done playing but there is still the consolation of baseball being played. After the World Series, as a baseball fan I have the Hot Stove League. It is a time to reflect and remember seasons past and to dream and scheme about next year.

The end of the baseball season means more time and energy for other sports like basketball, soccer, and football. Time for fireplaces and bigger books. And most of all, time for poetry and reflection.