Robert (Bro. Pepper-spray of Reasoned Discussion) (montecristo) wrote,
Robert (Bro. Pepper-spray of Reasoned Discussion)

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Invoking a muse

A long time ago, in the 80's, in a galaxy far enough away that we could actually be living in it, there was a television show on PBS called "Cosmos," hosted by celebrity astrophysicist and astronomer, Carl Sagan. Each week, Dr. Sagan would attempt to explain some of the interesting and wonderful things that science was discovering about the nature of the universe and speculate on the significance of these things to us here on Earth. Not only did Dr. Sagan write and speak elloquently and interestingly, the show was a conucopia of computer-generated graphics and artists' conceptions and other fabulous audio/visual wizardry put together by some very talented special effects people. The whole series covered thirteen fascinating episodes. In the first episode, Dr. Sagan invites the audience to come along with him in a "Spaceship of the Imagination" which looked somewhat cathedral-ish inside, and appeared like dandelion seedsa giant glowing white dandelion seed on the outside. I really appreciated the idea because, as a boy, I had comissioned such a ship of the imagination myself. Unlike Carl Sagan, I never had a firm idea in my mind what my ship really looked like. Sometimes it seemed more spaceship to me, and at other times it felt like a tall ship from the pirate stories that all boys absorb to one extent or another in growing up. I christened her "The Horizon Star," and that is from whence this journal takes its name.

I first came to LJ poking around. The first LJ community I read was the sluggyfreelance and I found that from a link on the Sluggite Zone, although the link to the LJ community is not there right now since they have changed things around. I found the Sluggite Zone from a link at the main Sluggy Freelance Comic Page. So, after reading the posts, and checking out LJ for myself, I got hooked and decided to get myself a journal. For days now, I have been posting and commenting there, but I really didn't have anything moving me towards putting anything in my own journal. This brings me to The Unintentionally Blank Page.

Beginning any project involving a fair amount of writing like this is always daunting for me. As I have mentioned elsewhere, there's nothing like a blank page of endless possibilities to drown one in indecisiveness. Traditionally, the classic writers would invoke one of the Nine Muses in hopes that she would imbue the writer with inspiration and guide the writer's pen in such a way that something entertaining and/or accurate was produced. When I first conceived of writing this thing, I considered invoking Thalia the muse of comedy, but she wasn't talking, and I wasn't about to become more of a devotee, because her really fervent priests were known to have castrated themselves, and I'm sorry, but there are some things even I won't do for a laugh. In the meantime, I threw up a blank entry explaining the blankness, and continued posting and commenting in the Sluggy Community and waiting for the procrastination to dwindle to the point where it became possible to wrestle it into submission and get something on this page.

As I posted more to the Sluggy Community, I began to become curious about the other people with whom I was informally corresponding. One day in a discussion of the comic I saw a couple of opinions that intrigued me so I went to check out the site of their poster. She uses her journal as a record of the daily tribulations of her job and her somewhat strenuous pursuit of entertainment, as well as a kind of informal scheduler bulletin board for getting together with her friends. Anyway, a thought struck me while reading one of her entries, so I commented on it. Apparently, she saw my comment and came here to return the favor. Now my "Unintentionally Blank Page" had a comment, and suddenly, it did not look so empty. Apparently, as is often the case in my life, I have managed by serendipity, to do what procrastination had been delaying: the invocation of a muse. She's a witty, articulate, frequently tipsy lady with a subtle smile and pretty eyes, who seems to be more Terpsichore than Thalia, and I just want to say thanks thejessicka for the push. This page is launched!


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