No Contest

For months I have had a post rattling around in my head. Apparently, it is not yet ready to be posted because it remains half-formed, un-typed, not yet transferred from cerebral-space to cyber-space. But I know what I plan to use for the title if when I finally write it:

The Morning Sun, When it’s In Your Face.

[Sometimes a title comes to me like this along with the bones of the post. Sometimes I start to write with no idea what the title will be but one becomes obvious as I write. Rarely do I struggle to find a title for a post that I think is already done otherwise. But good, bad, or indifferent, I never post without a title. Not that it matters to anyone but me.]

These words, “The Morning Sun, When it’s In Your Face,” are from a song [Maggie May]. Certain lines fill my head with pictures. This is one. And even though that post resists being written it got me on a kick of using lines from songs as post titles. I’ve done so before, of course, but I don’t think I have ever done so many so close to each other — six times this month.

If I didn’t think my readership is too small and my references too obscure I would make it a contest to identify the songs from which I have pulled those lines. [I would even put a hint somewhere as to which six posts have those titles.] But, while I have never thrown a party that no one attended, I have posted questions that no one answered. [Wow, I just had the most incredible feeling of deja-vu typing that line!] I would even offer an i-Tunes gift card as a prize. Or something.