First Post on Wealth of Ideas

I just realized that I have made 626 posts on this blog--that's a wealth of ideas--and I thought of revisiting some of them to recapture the ideas and give them new expression, where necessary. I am going to share the first entry, which I made on August 10, 2007. It is entitled "Capture Ideas before They Escape".

I really didn't know that I would take blogging seriously, but I like the seriousness in the post: "Capture these ideas before they escape. Even those that sprout in dreams, catch them before they jump over the fence. Keep them in the kraal, tamed. The experience of remembering one or two dreams forces us to record them in the journal of our memory."

Well, 626 posts later, I have done more than recording ideas, I have captured more than ideas; this has become a source of inspiration for me and for others, and I have developed a system of keeping track of literary trends, and through this blog I have watched writers emerge, have recorded news about writing contests, and revisted key experiences in my writing past. I have also been inspired to open other blogs, such as Moments in Literature, which has proved overwhelming because it is too ambitious for someone as busy as I am, and I have kept my poetry blog, Chisiya Echoes, which I now update in collaboration of three fellow Zimbabwean poets. I have since started a story draft blog, "First Fiction Fragments", which can be scary because each time I am there, story come pouring out deep within.

I have also recently opened a writer's blog, entitled Emmanuel Sigauke. Here I plan to post updates about my writing and my poetry reading and workshop participation. It seems, however, that the most popular of my blog is this one, Wealth of Ideas, because...well, it's a wealth of ideas for me as well as for my readers (yes, now I know I actually have readers).

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