Ruminations from a writer in sight of the Blue Ridge.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
In the subtitle of this blog I didn't confess that aging would turn out to be one of my regular topics, but it has. Just thought I'd mention a benefit I never anticipated, and in fact have been assuming was an occasional spate of creativity: too much to say. After decades of looking for what to say, of trying to decide if there was anything I (as opposed to ten other people) could say, for the past year or so, I find I have more to say than there's time to say it.
I realize, of course, that that doesn't mean anyone will want to read it. I just thought I'd mention it as a kind of unexpected (and rare) benefit of being on the downhill side. Wait a while; maybe you'll be so lucky!