Blog, Don't Write

Weird story short: This spring a stranger sits down next to me and says that writing is my gift in this lifetime, followed by, “I don’t know why I say that.” We have a chuckle, we chat, we part. Latent writing ability? Psychic woo-woo? I don’t know. Despite my intentions, I feel more and more joyful. At home I open my drawing book and write a haiku. Just like that. No effort. Three days later I find myself accidentally submitting it to a newspaper that accidentally buys it and accidentally publishes it. (It's this one.)

You can imagine what goes through my head—I’m magical!—and the three-step ditty that follows: write, submit, reject. Thus began my blogging, the new world’s oldest profession.

Knowing that seven people read Small and Big is enough. (You are my favorite, o' course.) Thanks for reading!

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Anonymous said…
Keep up the good work!
December 22, 2006
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merry christmas! my this day bring you lots n lots of happiness and joy!
December 25, 2006
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