Today’s entry is a place-marker rather than a post. I’ve had this site since sometime in 2014, when I was inspired by David Eason’s blog Searchingforasong to begin a blog of my own. So, how twitchy do I have to be (speculate among yourselves) to have hesitated this long to commit words to . . . I was going to write “paper,” but surely it’s considered quaint, even retrograde, to pine for paper in these hyperspatial times.
By the way, I wanted a phrase from David’s blog to serve as a motto, but attempts I’ve made to create a motto in my header have failed. Any tips out there in blogodaria?
A couple of explanations. A space-marker is a survival tool when you’re my age, like a street sign reminding you where you are. Today’s entry is also a kind of/sort of commitment to come back–thus, the urgent need for a signpost that tells me I’m in the right spot. A word of clarification, too, about the title Flight of Ideas. I’m referring here not to the psychiatric symptom identified with schizophrenia but with the notion of “releasing” thoughts/ideas/opinions and that sort of animal to roam free in the fresh air and open spaces.
Now that I’ve made my first shaky entry, I’m stepping out for a cup of coffee to steady my nerves. Be back in a jiffy (by old paper standards, at least).