Post-Birthday Thoughts

At some points in my life, I’ve told myself storytelling was something I could stop at any time, but that was a lie.

These days I realize that should the end of the world catch me unawares, and I should somehow find myself to be the last surviving human on Earth, between the necessities of survival, I’d still be telling tales to the wind, and recording stories on tree bark just in case someone should someday happen to come along with an interest in reading them.

Odd as that may sound, it’s actually not that different from what I’m doing right at this very moment;  I just happen to have a wider potential audience, and if all goes well, that will be audience plus one in about six month’s time.

Obviously, as I’m gearing up to market my second book, I’m hoping to reach a much wider audience than plus one, but that “plus one” is the one I’ve been/am/will be writing to most frequently.  To me, that’s always been obvious.

But in case “plus one” needs it spelled out someday . . . here it is.


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