Looking inside is always a surprise

I made a commitment to myself when I started this blog. Basically a commitment to write. To let go of all the coils and curlicues of life that I usually cuddle close and cherish before planting them in some lonely grave behind the foothills. To strew myself and my soul across the vast page of imagination and see what seeds might float back on the tide, germinated and ready for implanting in the rich compost of my mind.

So today when I came home, almost too tired to seek out Harley's jokes, I thought perhaps I wouldn't write. After all, who would notice? The number of bloggers has increased and the turnover in topics is moving like a stream instead of molasses going uphill in winter so my random ravings could go unspoken without upsetting the staus or the quo of everybody's reading habits. Why not take a night off?

I was never good at math, but my term with Mrs Grannum taught me one thing (well more than one actually. but one relevant to now) always look at all the elements in the equation. The simple thing is I don't blog for anyone but me. And I would miss the sheer uncomplicated joy of shaking out the tablecoth of my thoughts and spreading it smooth and crumbless so I can see the tiny stains and creases the day has formed in my psyche. Where stress released, built up or never happened. Where the two interviews I have to edit led me, how shall I best use them? What ants can I attract to the table I spread each Friday for the world to feast upon?

So my fingers are stumbling along next to each other, and if my eyes are slightly squinted to make the focus sharp...a cold cloth later will soothe the irritation of too much light and dust and watching for the other idiots on the road.

I reported the smashed window to the police, apparently they like to have a record of such incidents so in the event I am later found slaughtered they can nod wisely and say 'we knew something was up" and the glazier is coming to remove all trace of surprise or violence from the surface of my life.

Tomorrow I shall do another interview, finish the edits and start to pull the hundred songs I need to while the night away; tonight I have the two newest DVD releases to watch so I can write my reviews. At least neither of them is a horror flick, just not in that head right now, so life is good and sweet and true...as always.