Friday, June 08, 2007

Joy

Today I was in Borders at the mall and was suddenly struck by all the paper there.

Not in a "oh-my-god-the-dead-trees" way. I wasn't having a recycling fit.

No, I was filled with happiness at how much there was that was written, both books and magazines. And how what was in Borders was only a fraction of what was published in the United States, let alone the world.

And I was happy that I was a writer, even thought I haven't yet had the success I plan on.

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