Genesis of a Blog

I decided, around 28 hours ago, that I was going to start a blog, which is something I've been considering for a while.  Difficulties arose when I was trying to decide upon a name for said blog.   I considered using lines from songs, but those could be too easily misinterpreted, especially if I didn't even know what they meant.  Poems?  Quotes?  There are good ones, but I just couldn't find the right one.  Finally I tried to delve into the reaches of my own vocabulary to invent a phrase that would perfectly describe me.

The problem with being a writer—one tends to over-think everything.  The corner of my brain that takes control in moments like this is convinced that the cosmic balance of whether or not the world will end in 2012 (I'm positive it won't; the Mayan astronomers are rolling on the floor of their graves laughing at our misinterpretation of their calendar) hangs on the word I choose.  Oh, the lexicographical drama.

Yes, twenty-four hours later I had returned to my shiny white polycarbonate MacBook, having still not decided on a title.  One might imagine that for a poet/aspiring novelist, naming a blog would be cake.  But, like I said to someone earlier, naming a blog is "a weighty opportunity for creative license.”  I mean, this is ME I’m putting out there.  And  don’t know who ME is.  And I'd prefer not be one of those teens who wastes a good blog title/URL by dashing off one quick, badly punctuated post and leaves it to float, alone and forgotten until a neurotic 18-year-old starts typing random phrases into the blogspot URL and stumbles across it.  And dozens more like it — it saddens me. I intend to carry this blog on indefinitely, which means it really has to have a good name.  

The dictionary definition I have of rhapsody is "an effusively enthusiastic or ecstatic expression of feeling".  I love that.  I love it!  And it seemed at least somewhat fitting.  "Whimsical" can mean 1) "playfully quaint or fanciful, esp. in an amusing or appealing manner", or 2) "acting or behaving in a capricious manner".  People have used this word in both fashions to describe me before (thankfully usually in a positive sense), and it's just a fun-sounding word.  So I used a different form, and lo—after five solid hours of thought, my blog title was born. After the fact, I found out I could actually change it anytime I wanted, which would have been nice to know before I agonized through all that.

So now I am embarking on an adventure to share at least a portion of my obscure musings with the online universe.  I've kept a pencil-and-paper journal since I was four.  I spend several hours a day talking to myself because I have no one off which to bounce ideas, thoughts, and random weirdness.  So, here I am.  Read it if you like.  I can guarantee that at least some of it will make sense, especially once I start school (Nineteen days until my first day of college!  That is not right).  My brain tends to make more sense the crazier my life gets.  You'll probably be exposed to a mishmash of spontaneous observations, potential life philosophies, accounts of my stress, quotes, bits of poetry, rants at the many things that prove problematic to my wellbeing and happiness, funny tidbits of the oddness in my life, plans for the future, and peeks into my devotions (maybe a blog can my sort of accountability to myself.  Hm).  Some days my typed thoughts may ramble on for miles and some days they may be a few sentences.  
Anyhow, for now, farewell.  "Goodbye, trolley people..."  I will be back.   


"And whatever you do or say, do it as a representative of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks through him to God the Father." – Colossians 3:17 (NLT)