What to do...what to do...

The thing is that when I do something cutesy with my header picture for the Friday Shootout, I then have to come back and replace it with my regular header picture early the next week.  Not that I really have to do that.   Nobody complains if I don't.

It's just a habit, a ritual -- change the header picture, change it back -- creative people, like everyone else, slip into comfortable habits.  Was Hemingway was a better writer before he began trying to write like Hemingway?

But don't knock the importance of effective habits.  They are a critical aspect of survival and evolution: "Let's try the valley again.  The woolly mammoths usually show up there around this time of year and we won't starve."

On the other hand, breaking habits is the other aspect of evolution: "I don't care what you say! I think it is getting colder every year, the glaciers are coming, and I've decided to take my tribe across the land bridge to Alaska, turn right and head for Florida."

Except that I'd get lost in digressions and my tribe would never make it past Sarah Palin's house and by the time I got to Florida the Ice Age would have ended and Global Warming would have started and...

Where was I?   Oh yes, changing my header back.

To change my header, I go to the design template.  Sometimes I get stuck there, wondering if I should do something to my favicon, attribute, or navbar, whatever they are.  Or browse around to see if I should add another gadget.  What an enticing word, "gadget."   I always feel that I don't have enough gadgets in my life. 

And I see other bloggers whose blogs regularly change and grow and bloom and become dynamic...

And I think about changing my header picture.  But I'm fearful of losing my identity.  

Then again, creativity always bergins to atrophy when it starts trying to immitate itself.  "Come on Willie!  Not another love sonnet.  Why don't you try limericks for a change?

There once twas a writer of plays
who tried to count all of the ways
that he loved his dear lass
but instead -- and alas
compared her with more summer days.

Where was I?  Oh yes, dressed in a woolly mammoth toga, trying to understand blogspot templates at a rest stop in Ohio on my way to Florida, lusting after Sarah Palin who was angry at me for putting a 'Re-elect Obama' bumper sticker on the door to her cave, and rewriting Shakespeare.

Thankfully, I have now wasted enough time writing this stream of consciousness stew and don't have time to change my template anyhow.  At least not today.