Thoughts destined to be washed away by the tides of life. |
I've been studying my cover photo for a while now, and it seems to me that it is more than just a photo of what is there that can be seen, more than just three white rocks stacked on a beach. It contains an important question about the future, about what happens long after the photographer has gone. What will happen to our pile of stones when the tide comes in? Will it topple or has the architect built this structure at a safe distance? I don't know what will happen to these words that I stack here on the sand. They may prove safely distant, or they may be swallowed up by a rush of self-doubt. They may be here for a season. They may lose their balance and be scattered by the shoreline, or be hidden away under shifting sands. Perhaps someday, the tides of life will reclaim them. Or maybe that's just a bunch of poetic, romantic nonsense. After all, this is just a blog. |
You know, I've been hanging around this place for a few years now, and I thought I had most things figured out by now. I was wrong. See, it's time to sign up for round 6 of Promptly Poetry and in order to sign up, I need a book to register as the place my poems will reside. My problem is the same as it was last year - I am allowed only 10 books and I already have that number. I also had some notion that each one could have only 100 entries. Well each round of PPC has 52 entries and I was convinced that I would have to upgrade my membership in order to proceed without deleting things. I don’t have any other place to keep my writing, so that’s not an appealing option. But even if I have enough GPs to upgrade for a few months, there's no way I can keep up with it. It would mean deleting things later, anyway. But before I did something rash, I went searching for better information on how much each book holds. It took me quite a while before I stumbled upon the "Manage Book” option in the settings menu. I know - I should have started there. I was not thinking straight due to unnecessary worry. To my surprise, these books are about 15 times larger than I thought they were. They are nowhere near full. And I don’t need to upgrade. Maybe I will someday . If the internet still exists. If I still exist. But for now, I can just keep stuffing more and more poems and such into the books I already have until they burst at the seams. Maybe that will be my new goal - to actually reach full stuffingness, or umm… full storage capacity. |