Oh look, visitors!

I often find myself considering writing as a sort of spontaneous generation - suddenly genius strikes and the words manifest themselves in perfect succession, accompanied by a grand concerto of praise and applause. It's a futile daydream, I know, but the idea has always seemed glamorous.  Of course, most things that seem glamorous rarely are.  Beneath the sheen of good writing, there lie the sweat and tears (and sometimes furious scribbles) of a fellow human being, who has decided, for some reason, to open their door to you.

I suppose that I will be following in the footsteps of these door-openers. I can't pretend to be nearly as interesting  as they are, but you may step inside if you wish.  I am quite certain that I have the strangest taste in music the world over, (I switch favorite artists/musical genres almost weekly) so I apologize in advance for whatever may be roaring on this blog's metaphorical speakers should I decide to play something.  I also have a strange affinity for hoarding cake recipes (I've never made a cake in my life, but I have about 20 recipes on my computer.) Speaking of cake, chemistry is my favorite science. I could write ten pages about that, but I'll spare you for now.   I also like writing poems, but sharing them with others - let's just say you'll have to wait a bit on that.

 If you come again, I can promise you some words (not necessarily wise ones) and maybe a laugh or two.  If you're extra lucky, you might get a poem. And if I ever  get some time to bake, maybe a cookie.

Thank you for stopping by! There was probably something that I forgot to show you, but you can find out what it is when you come again.
 

I don't want to impose, but for now, the door is ajar.