Like George Orwell, I have chosen a title that has overtaken itself. He thought 1984 was sufficiently removed from 1948 that it represented a future where Big Brother watching your every move seemed believable. But, oh George, try teaching that book in 1984 or 1993 or 2012. It is about the past now, in more ways than one. (Thank you closed circuit TV, Google, Facebook and internet surveillance.)
I knew that lesson and yet I went ahead and called my blog, 115journals.com. Journal 118 wants to act as spokesperson for itself and 116 and 117. Journal 118 is a mature and confident speaker, about to retire from active duty and hand the daily grind over to 119.
Still a bit of a whiner: “Look at all I did for you, getting you through a July of heath issues and an August of intense family vacation. And who gets the glory, 115? What did she ever do for you?
It’s just a matter of chance, I counter. Orwell reversed the digits of the year he wrote the book. I was writing in journal 115 when I started the blog.
But 118 is seriously miffed, although partly mollified by the fact I reread its whole heartfelt tale. True I found there the essence of the summer, we are fast losing here in our northern city. It caught the swallows hunting at dusk, the crickets at dark and the glory of the Farmer’s Market at Wychwood Barns.
Please accept my appreciation, 118. I hope you will be mollified by my promise to issue a “Best of 118” in the near future.
Stupid me!….always wondered what ‘115’ was all about! Now I am taxed to come up with a clever name for my – still unpublished! – blog pages. Yet another reason to put off said publication.
Come on! Look at some of the links on my blog to get ideas. (you’ll have to go to 115journals.com and not just “follow”. You probably knew that.) But you don’t have to be clever. You can just use your name. David Gaughran does.
Not a shortage of ideas….it’s the FEAR.
I hear ya! Oddly enough nothing terrible happened when I finally overcame mine.