I’m a pretty intrepid dude. I can face pretty much anything with coolness and unflappability. In fact, I’m pretty sure there is (or will be) a starship class named in honor of my intrepidity. But I have to admit, when I am moving my mouse cursor up towards that icon in the upper right hand corner of my screen, I am filled with angst and trepidation (which I found out is not a starship class. Who would want to serve on a starship in the Trepidation class?).
Hey, I can blather-write free-associate and commit stream o’ consciousness with the best of them. In fact, it’s kind of my shtick. It’s what I do. It’s in my wheelhouse (on the bridge of my Intrepid Class starship, which is permanently dry-docked in my mind undergoing unspecified repairs and upgrades).
So what is it about that dreaded icon that makes me quail and flinch?
Perhaps it is because, unlike the really popular, really good bloggers here on WordPress, I usually have no idea what I’m going to write about when I click that icon. I just start typing and hope something comes to me. This blog post is a perfect example of that. I just start typing as fast as I can and hope my brain can keep up and that I can get to the end of the post before I realize I have nothing to write about or before I get distracted by something else.
Now, if you’ll forgive me, my fingers have crossed the finish line and they are going to go enjoy a quick sauna while they wait for my brain to arrive.