It stands to reason - that since I gave birth to my blog - that it is kind-of like my baby!
And, you know what?
The two of us have a psychic bond!
If ever there is a primal scream, I hear it, too.
No kidding.
And, in recent months, I have experienced a strange phenomenon in respect to that.
For instance, occasionally when I am on a tight schedule and pressed for time, I may have to rush an edit - and quickly polish the post - before I dash out the door.
Then - an hour or so later when I am in a restaurant chowing down on dinner - let's say - I hear a voice cry out in disgust inside of me.
"You incorrectly spelled the word. Moron!"
Sure enough, when I flick on the PC and peruse the post, I spy the spelling error right away.
Another example?
This past weekend my focus shifted to a couple of words I used in a post to describe an incident I was reporting on.
When I was on my way to the Theatre a short while later, it suddenly dawned on me out-of-the-blue in busy traffic - that I screwed up.
The words continued to rattle around inside my head until I performed a spell-check a few seconds ago.
Uh-huh!
The blog's emergency message service got it right again.
At midnight, it's my birthday.
Do 'ya know what I'm wishing for?
A new spellcheck program, because the one I am using at Google sucks big time!
As to the birth of the blog, Friedrich Nietzsche once opined:
“You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.”
Amen!