just thinking

I thought about a new blog just for writing. Is is possible to have too many blogs? Or am I compartmentalizing myself -one blog for social networking- from my phone no less, one for fiber y pursuits, one for poetical ramblings. Does it never end? Shall I make one for baking scones and yet another for custards? It is hard to tell. A difficult, if not critical, question. One does not wish to burn the candle at both ends, wear one's self too thin ( little danger, dears), and avoid at all costs, putting all of one's eggs in a basket. Or is it putting too little of one's eggs in a basket? Oh never mind.

The writing blog has been created. It has, at present, no content. It is a hollow vessel. A ghost ship, a mere shadow of its once and future self. (well did you expect it to remain empty once it was announced...?) As I consider it going out on a limb, to share ones fragile inner musings on a blog, an internet, very public, type of journal, I have named it "Escarpmenting", as in stepping out onto a an overhanging cliff. (the more curious among you may wonder, "Overhanging what?". Do not be so cynical.)


As I ponder which missive with which to make my maiden voyage, I will leave you with a photo that I snapped whilst speeding along the high way during my daily predawn commute. I will not respond to questions as to who was actually at the wheel. It may have been Mr. Quiltcontemplation.