BooknVolume, otherwise known at BnV, will be celebrating its TENTH Anniversary this year. Can you believe it? I surely can’t. But I thought it might be fun to take a look back over the next few months at some of my early blatherins…er, I mean posts, to see where it all began. I hope you’ll enjoy the reminiscing as much as I do 🙂
Original posted August 19, 2013
A lot of BnV. Apparently.
245 posts. 245 posts!!??!! Inconceivable! (You keep using that word…) I must confess, when I struck out into the vast and unplumbed wilderness of blogdom for the first time, roughly 2 ½ months ago, I found it somewhat difficult to perceive that in so short a time my mind (frightening and bewildering as it sometimes may be!) would have/could have produced, spewed forth or otherwise concocted 245 separate offerings. (Well, admittedly, many are on a similar theme, but being generous, I know you will humour me and move on).
Why, you may ask, should this be so amazing for me to conceive (of) (although I know I should never end on a preposition)? Simple. Before launching/initiating/or otherwise starting this humble little blog, I had not written a single verse of poetry for years. Yes years! Lost to me were the intimate phrases, melodic undertones, and delicious allusions that now spiral through my thoughts morning, noon and night (whether I want them to or not!) In addition to this unfortunate calamity, most of my other writing had also gone flat/ lost its edge/ taken a back seat. To what, you wonderingly inquire? What could possibly silence the thunderous, echoing tympani of words that (now, once again) cascades through my mind, waking and sleeping?
Life. Plain and simple…though rarely either of those, to be sure. Certainly, you know how it is. Life comes along innocently enough, pushes to the forefront, steals the show and then leaves you looking around, bewildered, wondering what happened. Where did the magic go? Where are all the friends you had as a child? What happened to playfulness, silliness, triviality, imagination? Where did your giggles go? (OH to lose so priceless a treasure!)
Alas, me too. I wondered and searched for many a year, hoping to find where they were hiding, but never quite succeeding. Until at last, one day, only 2 ½ months ago, I ran into them without even looking for them. Isn’t that always how it is though? You never really find what it is you are seeking until you either stop looking or have entirely forgotten you were looking in the first place. (and no, this has nothing to do with age and the fragility of memory.)
Now, thanks to a lot of BnV (which sounds rather risqué, I agree, so please allow me to clarify), BooknVolume, or (for those of you who are sticklers for full names) The Book and Volume of This Distracted Globe (see, this is why I go with BnV!) (where was I?) oh yes, thanks to a lot of BnV, playfulness, silliness, triviality, imagination and I spend a lot more time together. We’ve also made some new friends: Frivolity, Joyfulness, and Mirth; who have introduced me to some cousins of theirs as well: romanticism, sanguinity, and intrepidity. In fact, this journey of words has been positively marvelous, for me. (though hopefully for you as well) (although if it weren’t for you as well, I doubt if you’d still be here reading)
Now I spend hours in front of my laptop (which sounds dull and drudgerous to be sure), spinning tales, curling phrases into music, painting pictures with vocabulary, sculpting dreams out of imagery; all of which makes me smile, laugh, dance for joy, shake my head, and, sometimes, even cover my face and cry (in wonder, don’t worry).
So what’s my point, you may ask, (with that perplexed look on your face (again))? I dunno, really, but I sure have found my giggles again!
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