The Utter East

"Where sky and water meet,
Where the waves grow sweet,
Doubt not, Reepicheep,
To find all you seek,
There is the utter East."

I can't believe I am about to do another blog post. I just did one last night. I am pretty sure I have several reasons for doing so and I am going to share them in numbered points because my friend Nash keeps sending me texts with numbered points. I find it very amusing.

1. I am hopelessly ignoring another writing project that I am supposed to be doing. I am not doing it because it is terrifying me. I decided in the bath tub(where I do all my great thinking) that writing is writing and the best way to write is to just write. 

2. A teenager told me last week that blogs are out of style. This makes me instantly want to blog everyday. I do kind of hope it's true, mostly because I am tired of being directed to the blogs of my peers. It seems to me that most of them are about child birth, crafting things, gluten intolerance, gluten intolerance during child birth, crafting with your after birth, etc. It's all very exhausting. I am sure they probably feel the same way about this blog. So cheers to my peers and their blogs! (I still hate them..)

3. Chris Rock tweeted last week that Facebook is for people who can't write blogs and blogs are for people who can't write books. That sounds like me. 

I call this blog Paddling East because I hope, like Reepicheep, to find all I seek in the utter East. I am trying to paddle along in my little boat. (When I think of this I picture myself in a walnut shell for some reason.) I cherish Reepicheep. He represents the hope I am certain of, the hope that even a small and noble mouse can enter Aslan's country, a hope that the smallest are really the most honored. When I enter in to the blackest of times I find myself thinking, "Doubt not Reepicheep, To find all you seek, There is the utter East."