Imagine a book with a different story on every page. How exciting would that be? Simply turn the page and you’re onto a
completely different adventure. It would be like a log of someone’s activity,
in fact I wouldn’t even call it a book, I’d call it a Blog. Yes.
It would be a Blog. Something
ever changing, new and exciting every time you looked at it. And better yet, it would be free. Wow!
But who? Who would
write such a thing? Who, in their right
mind, would spend their life entertaining people they’ve never met, and
probably never will, and do it all for free?
Okay, here’s the thing.
It’s an obsession. What can I
say? I got hooked at an early age. Someone in the neighborhood gave me some
nouns and verbs and several consonants and said I could have them for
free. They said I could make whatever I
wanted out of them. Right away I started
building sentences. It wasn’t long after
that I had a stack of paragraphs in my bedroom.
They were under the bed, piled up in the closet and spilling out into
the hall. There were several Mason jars
along my window ledge filled with punctuation.
I knew I had a problem.
That was some 50 years ago.
Today, no one around here really knows.
I can walk down the street without a care. I look normal. I dress in everyday clothes, and have a handful
of friends. No one’s the wiser. I can go in and out of stores just like a
normal person.
Anyone passing my house might catch a glimpse of the jars sitting
on my window ledge, but I doubt they can see what’s in them.
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