Hi all! I just want to remind those wanting to contribute to my blog to e-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org (mishagericke(AT)gmail(DOT)com). So far the first two Fridays of February and the first Friday of March are booked. So I still need two people for February. That's at least three weeks away, so book the date. You can send me the post later. :-)
More information on our first blogger will be posted next week.
Then, I have to announce that I have finally gone and signed up for twitter. You can follow me @MishaMFB and I will automatically follow you too.
And finally, I would like to say welcome and thanks to everyone who joined up recently. I hope that you enjoy the blog.
Now, back to the post. It's tiny today, for once. After all, it's Saturday. A lot of people have been posting about time in some way, so I decided to put my two cents in. But, me being as strange as I am, this is what I came up with.
That elusive thing that every writer craves and none seem to have.
It's strange really.
We try to put it into neat little compartments. Their time, my time, writing time...
We try to define ourselves by it. I write every day. I write weekends.
We pretend to suspend it for a little while. I'll do this later.
But it always catches up with us. Oh no! My time has run out.
Mine always seems to race ahead of me, leaving me breathless by the end of it.
We sacrifice things we love, trying to buy more of it.
But somehow we still get cheated.
But the fact is that no matter what, time marches to it's own drummer.
Sometimes it crawls and tortures.
Sometimes it slides by without us realizing it.
But it also does good things.
It changes us.
It teaches us.
It heals us.
What do you do for time? What does time do for you?