On not beginning

So day before yesterday I thought that I would pick a topic... something I knew a little something about, or maybe didn't know enough about, (as would be the case with this) and begin writing up on it.

So just now, I finally bookmarked the link on "overcoming procrastination."  As I bookmarked the page and closed it down, it struck me as more than comical that I had even procrastinated about procrastination.

Of course I have a perfectly good reason, which I'll go into greater detail on later, but I'll leave that for later.  Not redundant, only procrastinatorial.  (Am I allowed to coin terms here? Is that considered creative license, or butchering the English language.)  I'll look that up after I take a brief snooze.

I'll have to go now, though.  More on this topic later; first, I have to get a few winks because I procrastinated going to sleep and it is now 6:12 a.m.

On Beginning

I have only contemplated beginning a blog. Not knowing the exact shape to which it should conform, I have ever procrastinated taking the necessary steps; however, aware that I must write, I have decided at last to put pen to paper, or lithe fingers to keyboard, without clear direction or course.  Without any preconceived notion as to where the adventure may take us, I will set down ideas on a range of topics as the mood strikes me; observations on the ludicrous, or bizarre; Philosophies that inspire me, politics that enrage; along with secrets of the overlooked simplicities of life and its 'hidden' meanings. Nothing too sacred to be torn down, studied and reconstructed, nothing to banal or low to be unworthy.

Rather than focus on any particular topic, I will write on anything that amuses my muse, captures my fancy, or aggravates me beyond annoyance.

I can only hope that what I scribble here might be as amusing, informative, inspiring, or enlightening to you.