Open to the Public

 

I expect that when I run out of coffee, I’ll no longer linger selecting just the right word to put next, or which subject I should address.  Not that coffee is my primary motivation, but it is an important tooth on the gear of creation.   

I’m sure there is an entire selection process in choosing which coffee bean goes into the blend.  I know I use only filtered water and no more than a teaspoon of sugar.  Each cup tastes the same as the last.  My subconscious expects it.  Just as my sentence structure requires a proper feel, so it blends into the paragraph, absent of difficult to pronounce words or unfamiliar phrases.  Reading without potholes has always been my goal. 

You, of course, see only the finished product.  You never hear the gears turning or smell the machine oil.  You get to stay behind the rope, wearing your hard hat and safety glasses, out of harm’s way.  Never getting hit by a run-on sentence or tripping over a dangling participle. 

As long as I’m here, there will never be a charge for admission.  The only advertising you might run across will be done without raising the volume to grab your attention, and never any pop-ups.  They are infrequent and tastefully done, by yours truly. 

There are two large boxes at the exit.  Please deposit your safety glasses and hard hat when you leave.  Should you leave a comment, feel free to say what you like.  No salesman will call, and we do not sell your information.

 

 Thank you

 

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