it’s a little spooky in here. I can see lightning flashes and hear rumbles of thunder. Should I ride it out or go run and hide?
I’m purging my idea files–to make the bigger ones smaller and the smaller ones bigger. Does that make any sense? The file doesn’t want to be disturbed.
That one looks interesting–“Live a Little, Love a Little.” It’s stacked on top of a dusty pile of miscellaneous musings. More material to feed the fires of the latest “smarmy fest.”
I get crazy ideas and try them out on readers. Not that readers are guinea pigs; not for attention, but rather for variety, in hopes they will be liked.
It’s not without risk. I’ll never be seen on the Jumbo Tron at Yankee Stadium–I’m OK with it. Sometimes it’s the shortest distance to make a point. Sometimes I go too far.
Lightning is striking all around me. So far–there’s no rain.