Ten years ago I was writing several blogs on various subjects - F1 motor racing, Music, Classic Cars, Great Romances and, most crushingly, a personal journal that included my thoughts on America, memories of England and Africa, opinion, humour, writing and anything else that occurred. It all became too much (I was attempting to update the journal every day) and I collapsed, exhausted and thoroughly disillusioned in the end.
So this blog is indeed a Toe in the Water, a place to document my thoughts in and on WdC but with a determination not to get sucked into the blog whirlpool ever again. Here's hoping.
I will post... something... akin to your nothing then add to it later in the day. I had to be careful in Thailand due to the 12 hour difference. "Brilliance" happens when my inner light goes on. Somedays I survive in darkness.
I like the way you think. I have the same problem, but it sometimes lasts all day long. And, not only for blogging, but also for commenting. Perhaps I need to develop "The Nothing Comment".
Something like this:
I read what you wrote and commented; you can now read what I wrote.
Well stated. I'm only here because I need to get my blog interaction over with quickly, though I feel bad saying it. Thankfully you're a good humored sort
I don’t think the 1% risk is something we can just ignore. While some may say people are overreacting or merely selling stories, I refuse to just stand by and watch. After all, someone has to protect the world.
It’s not the limitless expanse of the universe that makes us aware of our insignificance. It’s the vast, incomprehensible number of all the people who have ever lived and those who now inhabit the planet Earth. Each of us is a single grain of sand on a beach that goes on forever. And our only hope for being noticed amongst the myriads of our fellow creatures is that some day we might be driven by the wind from the beach to the sea and so to the depths where we might fall into the mouth of some oyster that then gets irritated enough to begin covering us with a coating of some smooth substance that hardens and eventually makes us into a pearl.
Even then we have to depend on the chance of being found and included in a cosmic string of pearls to grace some infinite neck. Kinda puts us into perspective, doesn’t it?
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