When once the itch of literature comes over a man, nothing can cure it but the scratching of a pen. But if you have not a pen, I suppose you must scratch any way you can.
~Samuel Lover, Handy Andy, 1842
The title does not reflect my exact sentiments. For those (whoever you might be as I have yet to decide on my intended audience) who need things spelt out, it is meant to be s-a-t-i-r-i-c-a-l. An empty parody of the hordes of fans/readers who will scramble to comment on my posts, who, if I might add, are obviously and sorely not in existence.
Anyhow, in writing just that paragraph, I am too acutely aware that I might be grammatically unsound and it is shamefully, painfully embarrassing to insert this disclaimer that I only write to entertain which, in other words, means you should not read this like you're assessing my dissertation.
With all those qualifiers, it seems almost anti-climatic to announce that this space will be, for now, a travel blog.
And with that, let that champagne bottle disintegrate on the hull as we toast to the maiden post of this blog.
Let this not be a Titanic.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
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