All of Erebor, couldn’t talk me into writing an article for the past few weeks. The thing that finally got me to start was the inspiration for the title of the edition – Friends and The Very Hungry Caterpillar. Two separate things which have probably entertained me better than most others, albeit at different instances during my not-very-long life. She told me that The Very Hungry Caterpillar was written in the Summer of ‘69. I couldn’t help myself. It was like I found my inner spark. Or whatever you’d like to call it.
It isn’t as if writing is new to me. For as long as I remember, I have always kept a journal. When you know that nobody but you is reading what you write, it’s like skinny dipping at home. Ain’t nobody around. It liberates me. But somehow I’ve always wanted to write on a public forum. Which is how I wound up promising the editor that I’d try and write something for the blog. And which is why you can’t say that this article is impromptu. Over the past couple of days every time I’ve thought of what to write about I’ve covered the length and breadth of all the things I could possibly talk about, including Marvin the Paranoid Android, Radiohead, time travel, buttons, chocolate, empathy and the universe. But nobody really cares. I still intend to write about Marvin, but on another day perhaps.
But then there is certain truth that I have grasped. What do we say to the god of writing articles? Or anyone at all really?
Expect me in the next edition. Perhaps.