The Blog Yard

 

Along an old dirt road sits a junkyard, but this one is nothing but piles of discarded thoughts, unfinished stories and lame poems.

There are a few ideas here and there, although not very good ones.  It’s free to wander around and look.  The owner doesn’t care how much time you spend, he enjoys watching the counter at the front gate.  It keeps track of how many people visit the place, not that it makes any difference.

Once in a great while you can find a completed story.  It’s rare but it does happen.  Don’t get me wrong, they are mostly just beginnings.  I don’t care for those much, I always want to know what happens next.  I never understood how someone can write a great beginning and then just leave it.  That would drive me bonkers

In either case, it’s fun to wander around and look under pages, lift up old broken thoughts and try to imagine where they were headed.  Every now and then wondering, did this really happen? 

I remember the last time I came home from there I had a little haiku stuck to my shoe.