Time to Start

It's one in the morning on what is now a Friday. A small Macbook on my lap as I rest against two pillow softly pressed against the bedpost. The room is silent besides a soft warbling from the fan and lit only by the warm glow of the screen in front of me.

It makes sense for me to use a time like now to begin my blog. My mind wanders like a disorientated shark, always moving erratically in a random direction, engulfed with the thought that stopping may mean grinding to a halt. My interest are broad and I may write to cheer, to review, to shamefully plug, to insult, to rant, to boast, to praise, to reminisce, to gossip, to cry and to draw strength.

My blog will not be of one specific flavour or direction: it may interest you one week and bore you to death the next. But remember that one thing will be consistent. When the sun sets outside the window and the warm of the day fades away. When the soft sheets and springy mattress calls us all to lie down and drift off. This is when I think. This is when the influences of the day have settled in, where the harsh emotions have cooled off and the irrational are absent. When all is peaceful, all worries seem to fade and we can rest. At this time my last thoughts of the day will flow to the dark, plastic keys and make it's way here.

I have no intentions, no targets for this work. I see it more as an artwork of my life. One in which I hope to be proud of one day. If it ceases in a month, a year or a decade all I wish is that I have gained from it and that whoever stumbles across this random, sporadic blog will have gained a little from it too.

Thanks for Reading

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