Winding Up the Clock

Whoa! This blogging process is going too fast! It's got me winding the clock before I even know what time it is. The cart is definitely before the horse; the format before the content. And it doesn't take back arrows. You have to make up your mind before you press on, or 'enter,' as the case may be.

Did you forget, you folks in bloggerland, that you need to warn potential bloggers that they're going into this thing in a whirlwind? That they need to have some ideas to write about first before opening their media-mouths?

I suppose not. In fact, I suppose it should have obvious to me. I wouldn't set foot on the ice rink without some preparation, some forethought. But here I am, in the middle of the ice, and it's May, and the ice is cracking! So, having no one to blame but myself, will I simply slip out of sight into the icy depths? No. I will come up blustering, trying to keep my head above water until a suitable amount of time or white space passes, hoping that someone will come with a rope and a ladder.

Ladder. That's an odd choice. I know nothing about icy pond rescues except that the paramedics will try for a very long time to see if they can get my blood moving and my brain functioning again. If they can do it, I'll be thankful; if not, well, maybe I won't know. But about the ladder: the picture of it flashed through my head as a way for someone to make horizontal progress across the ice while distributing their weight a bit. Any truth to that?

The truth is yet ahead of me, that truth of what I want this blog to be. Something to sleep on? More likely, something else to keep me awake tonight, to keep my mind winding.

This is the beginning of a work in progress. Please bear with me, and come back again.