I Wonder How Many Ways

If Nobody Speaks Of Remarkable Things, How Can They Be Called Remarkable?

Last Week I Was Just Someone Who Had Had A First Novel Published.

People Seem To Be Losing Their Sense Of Boundaries More And More, What People Are Willing To Put Up On The Internet, Especially Blogs. People Seem To Assume That Only Their Friends Are Going To Read It But Anyone In The World Could Read It At Any Time.

Now That I've Had A Book Published, It Is Quite Validating, But A Bit Embarrassing.

If You Listen, You Can Hear It. The City, It Sings. If You Stand Quietly, At The Foot Of A Garden, In The Middle Of The Street, On The Roof Of A House. It's Clearest At Night, When The Sound Cuts More Sharply Across The Surface Of Things, When The Song Reaches Out To A Place Inside You. It's A Wordless Song, For The Most, But It's A Song All The Same, And Nobody Hearing It Could Doubt What It Sings. And The Song Sings The Loudest When You Pick Out Each Note.