Stop Time - Or Not

Welcome to Stop Press or Something. It has taken me months to start this blog. Luckily, it didn't take another round of months to find a name for it.

Stop Press is a cry heard at newspapers when there is breaking news. Never responsible for that call, my writing either slides easily into its place or stays for decades in notebooks or on my hard drive. Yes, I write - more as a hobby than to make a living. And yes, I have a collection of dead hard drives waiting for the masterpiece that evaded backup to be retrieved.

While I planned to write about the trials and tribulations of writing (that phrase must be cliche by now), several happenings around the globe - and even off - have made me rethink my topic.

Today the topic filling my mind is aging. You see, today is my birthday. (What a perfect night to start a blog!) I am no longer 60. The rotten thing is that I never had time to get used to being out of my 50s. Maybe that's not so rotten after all. If you're only as old as you feel, I'm relatively young most of the time. We can ignore the days when I feel old enough to have been a nurse in the Civil War.

Maybe I'll remember the headlines that made me angry this morning. There was one that ticked me off yesterday, too. Maybe I'll sleep late tomorrow and think starting this blog was just a dream. Only tomorrow will tell.

No, stopping time is not the best of ideas. It won't stop global warming or anything else with enough inertia to keep it going. It's about time I found out what kind of inertia I have.

Let time and the presses roll.