Jump-off point: anywhere.

Tonight's post will be a wonderful illustration of (and study in) spontaneity. I do not know where I want to begin, or where I should. I do know, however, that I am starting, and now.

I know, first of all, that regardless of whatever good (if any) writing does, writing is and will always remain, I hope, a joy for me. An amazing joy, when you think about it. Simply stringing words together. Re-writing sentences so they flow better. Deciding to leave a sentence the way you first wrote it even if it could probably be improved a bit. After over four years of being forced to write, it is still wonderful.

And, on the bright side, no young and innocent calves had to sacrifice their skins to make tonight's composition possible. No carcasses of carefree birds were plundered for quills. No ink... was spilled. No candles ticked-off a bit more of their effervescent existence. The only thing that really was consumed was some electrons (or protons, hey - maybe even some neutrons). But frankly, I don't presume to know the finer points of science, and in this case, what I don't know definitely won't hurt me.

This blog began as a self-indulgent whim, and will remain so - after all, there's much to be said for going with what you're good at. And now, I'm going to end this post now. Because I can.

Oh - but before I do, please enjoy this picture of my two favorite robots. The one on the right shares a fantastic first name with yours truly. The one on the left is taller.