My work laptop blinks at me. It stares. It glares.
I hide in the glow of my home laptop. I avert my gaze. I search for answers in Pandora.
Today, I put what looked like a blank CD in my player in the car, driving back to the office after an early-morning project meeting.
Blank is deceptive.
Nothing is really empty. Nothing is really blank. Blank paper is potential, is it not? The blank CD? Not so. It was one of my “D” playlists (see: (someday) “Sandman playlists”). Which Sandman sibling?
The appropriate one. Doesn’t the appropriate one always appear?
Not really. Some of them like to try to shove their way into every situation. Why do I smile when I think how inappropriately they behave sometimes?
Maybe because that’s what life gives you more often than not. The Endless sibling you least want to see. And then it laughs, grabs some Chex mix, and sits back to watch.
So, what happened when my playlist played today, of all things, *my* song? I wanted to speak. For some of us, that translates to “write.”
Why worry about the things that keep me from my blog (my poor, neglected little space here)? Why worry about taking time away from my technical writing? Why worry about garnering attention? Why worry about going unnoticed? Is not writing for the sake of writing good enough?
Why am I writing so ambiguously?
How do you catch a wave upon the sand?
I’ve been wanting to reignite my blog for a while. It is true that I rarely have brain power after work and after caring for home and family to articulate all the things that run through my brain. It’s also true that a lot of what runs through my brain these days is triggered by local and world events around me, and that train of thought somehow inevitably leads to musings of an opinionated matter. But why should I worry about sharing such musings here? This is my space. My blog. Musings of a cynical optimist. Writers have quiet courage. Or, we should, shouldn’t we? Some have loud, seemingly fearless courage. Some, not so much.
But what do we all have?
We have words. We have words. What are your words?