I went for a night run with Conor yesterday, flashlight fixed around my head as it shone a path in front of me. The nights are mild and clear for this time of year. He is aware of my year's project, indeed everyone I meet is aware of it - afterall it's so daft that I can hardly keep it a secret! As we rambled along the bogroad at a joggers pace we chatted about the ideas that were to the fore.
'I'm at the stage', said I, 'where I'm looking for my best pebble.'
'Not this pebble nonsense again,' said he...
'Well,' said I, not backing an inch, 'before I cast the stone I need to make sure that it can knock the beast... and once I've found the right stone I'll concentrate on my sling-action.'
The trouble with such a conversation is that you can only reveal a fraction of your idea prior to it being crystalised in your own mind. As we approach the middle of my first month, a month dedicated to brainstorming, I'm coming to a crossroads of thought. Perhaps I shouldn't seek to do 20 little projects that will keep me going around like a headless chicken all year. Perhaps I should take a greater lead from the title of the blog and seek out one perfect pebble and then take careful aim. I have a pebble in mind, but just as I couldn't clarify my thoughts to Conor on our four mile night run I think it's just a tad to early to blog details just now.
'You're mad,' he said.
He's probably right... but then, a bit of madness goes a long way sometimes...! Now, back to the pebble search...
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