Aloha. I am writing from a friend's computer. Borrowed. Writing on the old, dark wood of the family dining table. This table used to stretch out and hold food for dozens of people. It's late and these sentences seem to want their own paragraphs. Perhaps the paradigms long for their own pages. Is that what I'm doing here?
How many paradigms does one lifetime see? How many in a day?
Um. So this WotB is obviously too thin a conceit. What to do then? The desire was always to write a blog and get people to comment; write a story that etches out over thousands of days, morphing after reader suggestions. I wonder how long I'd be able to stick with that. We can see, but it'll depend on the readership.
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i like the topic. keep persisting and it will come. find your niche and there it will be.
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