One person's inspiration is another person's soup

"Go forth and Blog," the Muse has commanded, and so I do, not wanting to get clobbered by the invisible rubber chicken of Her inspirational stimulus package. I put forth here the results:
I write to entertain, myself and any (potential) reader. I enjoy writing and have developed a certain style that lends itself well to my sense of humor. I love playing with words and images, twisting meanings and intentions together in unusual ways to present the reader (if you have gotten this far, that means you) with something to inspire thought in new and unaccustomed directions. So be careful and don't read into things too quickly or you may find yourself lost on the road to sudden confusion when you were just a moment ago cruising blithely along the structures of familiar byways and enjoying the verbal scenery as it passes word by word like fields of waving grasses in the warm summer wind, the bright sunshine held high in the vibrant blue sky that is patched with tufts of cloudfluff here and there. Birds swim and dance in the air above the fields, white criss-cross fencing weaving a braid too fast to follow along the edge of road you travel, the windows of your vehicle open to the day and filling your breath with fresh optimism for the enjoyment of traveling with no where special to go. A large, stately oak tree appears ahead along side the road and you impulsively pull over, park your vehicle, climb out and stand beneath the wide reaching spread of leafy green, cool shade. Stretching your arms in response to the sudden freedom from the confinement of your transport, you step to the solid trunk and touch the rough gnarled bark, feel the gritty texture, look up the massive girth that rises above you, feeling a kinship to this staid and wonderful creation of Nature's ever varied forms of Life, this peaceful, waving giant. It reaches toward the life-giving power of the sun, harvesting photons to mix and mingle in a metabolic pathway with carbon-dioxide exhaled by the mobile animal forms of life, and then producing its own yeild of the oxygen which that same animal life inhales in order to live. You are at peace with the moment, feeling yourself as a part of the wonder of this process, the seeming magic of the give and take that enables life forms to aid and sustain each other. You breathe deeply, close your eyes, lift your arms in symbolic embrace, smile and are suddenly thwacked from behind with an invisible rubber chicken.
"Get back on the road," a voice sounds in your head through your eyes as you read these words and wonder about the writer. I make no apologies: I did warn you.

So I blog and write, write and blog and in the end, it is the same cup of (invisible rubber) chicken soup that I ladle up one word at a time, slowly filling sentences and your mind with the stuff of my imagination, seeking to nourish the perspective input, and thus enhance the resultant output, of yours.

Stop by again and maybe we can have some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

written by Michael Steven Platt 3-30-2009