When I was little I told my dad, “I’m not much of a walker and a talker. I’m more of a wanderer and a ponderer.”
I guess if I post on a blog, though, that might count as talking, but I sit while I do it.
I don’t really know anything, so instead I think. I think far more than I ought to. Some of it is anchored in reality, some is purely fiction. Most of it is wild. But, by grace, I am sometimes able to plot it out with language. I’ll try to do that here.
I am afraid, though, that I won’t be confining this page to a specific topic, as convenient as that may be. The things I wind up writing about are so diverse that I would be severely limiting myself to establish any bounds of that sort.
