So I hit the "New Post" button and this white square appears and over it is a long narrow rectangle with a instruction: "Title." I'm thinking I should waiting to push "New Post" until I had at least a tiny inkling of what I was going to write...
And then I am distracted by the word "inkling." Where on Earth did that come from?! Why do words pop into our heads like that. It probably comes from learning to talk and then practicing it too much.
I still don't know what this blog is going to be about. Maybe I'll just title it "New Post." But then I doubt myself because it will only be a new post if I never post again -- which I'm sure I will since I still practice talking too much. Once I post again, this title will be, by definition, inaccurate.
Titles don't need to be accurate. They are only like fishing lures or bait.
Hmm. If I ever get back to writing poems again, I'll bet the title "Bait Box" would could lead to a slew of good metaphors. Or is that slough? Where did that word come from. My brain just keeps sending me surprises like that all the time. The reason I never became a profound philosopher is because I always get distracted by a slough of inklings.
Goodness, gracious! I just noticed that the white box that I didn't know how to fill is already over half full of words. Is this going to be my post?
I remember when I started to write it, with no subject in mind, that I might just describe the soft sound of warm air coming through the heating vents in the floor behind me and the fact that in the summer time I call them cooling vents.
The back of my neck itches. I scratch it. One of life's greatest pleasures is scratching thngs that itch.
Hmmm. Scratching things that itch. That might be a good title for a poem as well.
The white box is now full. If I can figure out a label, I can post it.