The more I write in this blog, the more I am in awe of authors. People who write books and stories and plays and movies and poems. Characters, scenes, backstories, dialogue...where does it all come from? Whether it's a weekly opinion column or "The Lord of the Rings" trilogy, it's a lot of ideas and words. I can hold my own in the 140-character world of Twitter, but hundreds or thousands of pages? If I compare myself, I feel like Wayne and Garth: not worthy (and like the typo I just corrected, not very wordy, either).
But then again, I never claimed to be Agatha Christie or Arianna Huffington or Dave Barry. I'm just me, throwing a few sentences together when something hits me. And I'm doing it without a net. I have no illusions of writing fame, and certainly none of fortune. But the fact that I'm putting some thoughts "out there" is--for now, anyway--success enough for me.
For the record, the idea for this post just came to me within the last hour. No notes, no rough draft and revisions. I surprised myself with my own spontaneity! And...time to hit Publish Post.
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