I’ll Never Tell Except When I Do

So it has been awhile since last I posted and I never thought that I would be posting about ‘never’ which is just like ‘ever’ except it begins with a different letter and has a negative vibe unless you’re using it to show moral judgement in which case, just stop doing that because nobody likes it. Of course, you might be thinking my previous sentence was judgmental and filled with moral ambiguity, and you might be right about that, but you would be missing the point which I may not have clearly articulated so I really cannot fault you for missing it. (Though does ‘articulate’ only apply to spoken words, because if it does I may have to find a new word for my non-spoken words, but just in case it only applies to spoken words, you should go back and read my previous sentence out loud.) My point, and I do have one, is that I never wanted to write about my feelings about never and I wouldn’t have except the ever tricky Daily Prompt prompted me to do it. More specifically it challenged one and all to

Tell us about a thing you’ll never write about.

Of course, by telling the world what you would never tell us you are in fact telling us about it so it cannot really be done this telling of a thing you would never tell. And therein lies the problem  and not just as it relates to non-Whovian time travel. The problem is the eternal not everness  of the definition of never which I believe is a contraction of ‘not’ and ‘ever’ which eventually lost its apostrophe much like we lose our virginity though without the fun of having sex – an immaculate contraction conception, if you will and I believe I just did. Of course, I may be wrong about the etymology of ‘never’ but not the definition.

Not ever is a very long time to not do something. No matter what you may think you would never do, you never know until you find yourself in that position of having to make that choice. That’s not to say I never say never.  I say ‘Never say never’ quite often, usually when someone is telling me that they will never do something. I do endeavor not to say never as it relates to something I may or may never do. Because you just never know.



Hobson’s Choice Is No Choice At All (Daily Post Prompt Edition)

Today’s daily prompt is the following question:

If you had to choose between being able to write a blog (but not read others’) and being able to read others’ blogs (but not write your own), which would you pick? Why?

Write my own. Not a moment’s hesitation in those three words. I may not be the most prolific blogger and even without this blog, I would still write in old spiral notebooks and on those yellow legal pads. But blogging allows others to read my words and get a glimpse into my mind. It allows me, a quiet, shy person who can easily fade into the background a chance to let the me I know I can be out to play.

That’s not to say, I don’t enjoy reading other blogs because I do. I have read some amazing prose and poetry and glimpsed some incredible photographs. I have been moved to tears, laughed out loud and learned much from the various blogs I have visited. However, there are other things to read. Anyone remember books?


This is a response to the Daily Post Daily Prompt, though I am not a daily poster but I did post today.