I’ve finally gotten
around to putting my novels on the Internet.
Actually trying to put them there.
There are sites that
help you, but if you’re not a real computer jockey, as I am not, even that is
confounding.
I sent these people
my phone number, but don’t expect to get a call.
I’ve communicated with two or three of these
experts via my computer screen, but so far it ain’t workin.
The folks are all
very nice. They want to be helpful. They just don’t seem to want to talk to
anyone. I say anyone rather than me to avoid sounding paranoid. And I say
folks to sound friendly, in case they should read this.
Will there come a
day when our mouths will be used only for eating, our vocal cords shrivel and
grow useless, like our appendix, and we grow a few extra fingers to type even
faster?
Will there come a
day when a child is born and the doctor says, “Oh, no. He only has five fingers
on each hand? He’s a throwback.” Then the mother bursts into tears and the
father faints?
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