Last night I had a dream about this blog. And the dream was this:
I had woken with a start in the middle of the night and crept stealthily to the living room, where my white Macbook sat waiting, nay, begging, for me to turn it on. With its resounding chime, it woke, and I obeyed its silent command to log in to my blogger account. Upon opening Glass Cases, I was shocked and delighted to find that I had seven followers.
This tells me two things: 1) I apparently dream in the style of really bad Edgar Allen Poe fan-fiction, and 2) Being happy over seven followers, as opposed to, say, 700, is my dream. As far as dreams go, this one seems pretty attainable. I will get there someday. Someday!
This brings me to my second official post. I’ve been thinking about what I want from this blog and from you, whoever you are. And what I want are words. It’s that simple. I want words so badly that I’m even adopting some for my very own – here, to be exact. I want so many words that they have no choice but to form well-structured, coherent, interesting stories. And then I’d like to publish them here for all the world to see.
In the meantime, I will continue to post (and dream). For example, a new season is beginning, bringing with it a myriad of topics ranging from pumpkin lattes to Labor Day/Columbus Day long weekends to the publishing industry returning from its summer vacation. Please feel free to send me your autumnal equinox story, as serious or as silly as it may be.