Mar 28 2007
Pending… Pending
I began writing a post earlier today, and for some reason, it is growing like a weed (or rather an elegant vine depending on whether or not you’ll enjoy it.). Unfortunately, because the words are multiplying like bacteria in a petri dish, I’ll probably not finish it today. Definitely tomorrow though.
(shrug)
What can I do? Words with me have a way of taking on a life of its own sometimes; kind of like a clown pulling an never-ending handkerchief from his bowler hat. Robert Heinlein once described this need to write as a monkey that climbs on his back. When it started, it demanded only 3,000 words at a time… by the time he grumbled in his grave, that monkey was demanded tens of thousands of words. 
I know the feeling. Glad you’re feeling better.
Thanks, Greg, me too. It’s funny, you know. I tried to write a couple of posts while I was addled-headed and, well, they weren’t too coherent. But when you’re outta your mind, you sometimes think the rubbish you write is polished and the neatest thing since peanut butter and jelly; that is, until you read it later.
Once I write about a subject, the next version is always better. and shorter. It is easier to explain things when you yourself are an old hand at understanding it.