Undetected cerebral activity

I sometimes think about blogging.

I go “Wow, now that would make a great blog”. Then I contemplate the idea for a whole 12 seconds.

Like the other morning at 5am when I woke from a deep slumber to the alarming pain of an eyelash stabbing me in the eyeball. The drama that unfolded - including moaning, gnashing of teeth, a bleary-eyed husband, and running water - was certainly blog worthy. *

Yes, I did consider blogging it.

Then I went and did something else. Like, cleaned the scum from around the dishwasher door with a toothbrush.

It’s not that I don’t enjoy conjuring up vivid pictures that make my life appear dire. No, never that. The thing about sharing ridiculous stories is that they really should have an underlying thought that nudges the more astute readers into the realms of philosophical contemplation (and the less shrewd into... well, wherever the lesser folk go).

And that is sometimes just too much like hard work. Not that writers are unfamiliar with rolling up their (pyjama) sleeves. We are not as lazy as one might imagine. What is happening is a lot of internal brain activity and perhaps not much resulting hand to keyboard action.

Now having stated my case, I have succeeded in undoing my very argument by creating an inconsequential blog listing the merits of refraining from inconsequential blogging.

Interesting.

*Why do they call it ‘an eyelash stuck in my eye’? That’s such an innocuous sounding phrase, isn’t it? I hereby coin the term ‘lightening in my eye socket’.