All my life, one of my biggest adventures was opening new scribblers and seeing that blank page waiting for me the first stroke of my pencil or pen. I loved the way some of the pages were still stuck together and I was the first one to peel them apart and put my own mark on the emptiness.
I feel the same way now, starting this blog. I called it Words in the Wind, because I'm a writer. Writers throw words out onto paper, onto computer screens, into the air and then we sit back and see how they feel, how they look, how they sound. On a good day, some will stay where they are. On a bad day, most will disappear. Like Words in the Wind.
I'm not sure what shape this blog will take. I know there are profound blogs out there, blogs that make you think and blogs that make you laugh. Most likely this one will not have that form. Most likely it will be about things that are on my mind or something I came across. Most likely it will be slightly humorous one time and not the next. That's my life. A flash of humour, a dash of profound and a lot of mundane.
Today, the mundaneness of my head cold precludes profound. Today, I'm just starting. Today, this is truly, just words in the wind.