Welcome, innocent bystanders!

Sweet mercy help us, I’ve started a blog! Great word, "blog." The word associations are endless. Glob. Blob. Slog. A bog full of logs. I know what you’re thinking—thank the stars she doesn’t try to write children’s books. There would be preschoolers jumping into the muck all across America. And we just can’t have that, can we? Well…maybe just this once…

Remember, kids—always bog jump with a partner big enough to pull you out when (not if) you get stuck. And wear shoes that lace really tight. Because I’m not going in to find your shoe, understand? Missy, you’ll walk home barefoot! Take your consequences! Ah, consequences. There’s another fantastic word. But you’ve got brains; associate for yourself and leave me alone!

No, wait. I didn’t entirely mean that. Come back. We still haven’t talked about why Miss Semi-allergic-to-pop-culture started this silly ol’ blog. And you want to know, ey? Of course you do. So do I, point of fact. The reasons, like reasons often are, are varied and differ in degrees of legitimacy and quality.

Firstly (which is a word you hardly ever get to use, so answer that door when opportunity knocks!), I thought it’d be a great way to force myself to write on a regular basis. I’m not very disciplined, see, and need the occasional kick in the pants to get going. Which is silly; I like to write, after all. Whether I’m good at it or not is open for discussion. By the way, your opinion only counts if I like it. Or if you slip in several fantastic words like "dialectical" and mean it.

Secondly, I thought this would be a fun way for my many no-longer-local friends and family to keep an eye on what’s rattling around in my brain. I have also had a request or two to restart the old Lichty Hall Poem of the Week. We’ll see what I can do, 206. This links back to the kick-in-the-pants motivator of reason one. Though this reason is suspect overall, as I have no intention of making this a personal journal. If I start to write about myself too much, feel free to slap me silly. Figuratively, of course. [And—while I’m thinking of it—no stalking allowed! There. I’m glad I got that out in the open. Hopefully, I’m fishing with the wrong kind of bait for that kind of catch, anyway, but a girl can’t be too careful.] I’m not a facebook type, and I’m lousy at letter writing so…blog!

Thirdly…well, I haven’t thought of a thirdly yet. Other than the fact that I’m not entirely immune to narcissism…Hey! I resemble that remark! Yep. Nothing like a good malapropism to kill a conversation. And I was just on a roll, too. Well, I’d better quit anyway, whether I’m ahead or behind or stuck in the middle with you. So, welcome to the adventures of the Wonderspools. I’m somewhat addicted to ellipses and em-dashes, but I’ll try to behave, and to keep things interesting. And I’ll try not to self-edit too much, if you promise never to write without capitalization or punctuation. Gar! Urg! It pains me, Daisy, it really does.

Toodle-doo!