(With apologies to Shel Silverstein… This came to me while bathing the boys a little while ago. The original limerick is better of course.)
There are too many ducks in this tub
There are too many quackers to scrub
I just washed a beak
That I’m sure didn’t squeak
There are too many ducks in this tub
Things that go into this blog tend to end up being fairly long and not very frequent. I get a fun thought, decide that the rest of the world might like to know, and then let it stew in my subconscious mind… For months. Eventually might get around to combining it with several other thoughts and spin it into an essay. I write and edit it very carefully to make sure it says exactly what I intended.
Usually, though, I never get around to sharing whatever it was. Most good posts need at least an hour. Things are busy around here, so any attempt at writing is interrupted repeatedly. (As I wrote this, I had to get snacks for the boys, break up 3 sippy cup fights, turn on the air conditioner, accompany Scott to the bathroom, and then search the house for Scott’s Leapster. One of its games is a bit unstable, so any minute now he’ll need me for tech support. Yep, here he comes…)
People who know me in person quickly figure out that I’m the master of random thoughts. It’s not really random, of course. You just weren’t privy to the details of how I got there.
That sort of thing is lost in this format with this writing schedule. As an experiment, I’m going to try supplementing with Twitter. Twitter posts have a 140 character limit, so no long-winded manuscripts. It also has potential for mobile posting through various methods.
Have a look — and watch this space for another essay.
