Idle Hands

I’m pondering a name-change for my oeuvre. Postbox of Smallville, perhaps?

Too much time, and the whole wonderful world wide web at my disposal. The temptation has been niggling away for a while. An itch I’ve tried to ignore, an idea I’ve tried to put out of my mind. It seems just too nosey and intrusive, e-snooping, a sort of electronic listening at doors.

But it was there, the thought. Had been for ages. A couple of things that were said, a couple of things happened, and I thought....hmmmm.....Coincidence? Or not? Sometimes I’m a great believer in serendipity, lucky breaks, fortuitous circumstances, synchronicity.

Sometimes I’m not.

The first bit of googling, well, I’d done that before. It was a form of flattery, actually. When I looked again, I found the first coincidence. It was like eating toasted marshmallows: even the first mouthful makes you feel slightly sick but you still carry on. With this new information, I discovered more things I’d have been better not knowing. Uneasy now, but with my fork firmly committed to the flame, I paired the name I hadn’t known with the place I’d never heard of.

Looks like I might be the ice-cream in the gap between two reels of Gone With The Wind. Like I said, I’m a slow learner.