Just in case you wandered in here and thought the name of this blog was a bit odd…
…fair enough. It probably is.
Brigadoon is actually a classic musical from 1947. The premise is delightfully bizarre: somewhere in the Scottish Highlands sits a tiny village that magically disappears from the world, only reappearing for a single day every hundred years before vanishing again into the mist.
It’s whimsical. It’s romantic. It’s completely impractical from a municipal planning perspective. More importantly, it felt like a decent metaphor for what this place is for me.
I’ve always had a habit of disappearing into my own little corner of the internet for months at a time. Between work, family, writing, life, and the occasional existential crisis brought on by the state of the world and the creative and technological landscapes I inhabit, I have an uncanny talent for accidentally becoming a digital hermit.
Then, one day, I’ll emerge from the fog with seventeen new ideas, a redesign nobody asked for, several thousand fresh words of fiction, and a bunch of unsolicited opinions about typography, design, illustration, nerd culture or whatever creative rabbit hole I’ve most recently fallen into.
For a little while, Brigadoon exists again.
People wander through. I wave excitedly. We talk about science fiction, design, books, storytelling, food, art, and whatever strange thing has occupied my brain this week. And then life inevitably gets busy, the mist rolls back in, and the village quietly disappears until inspiration decides it’s time to reopen for business.
Hopefully not 100 years later.
So, if you stop by and the place feels a little quiet, don’t worry. It isn’t abandoned.
It’s just in the mist.