Toe in the Water

Epiphanee, Epiphanah

Epiphanee, Epiphanah

Every now and then I get realisations that are so vast and overwhelming that they drive everything else from my mind. Take this morning for instance. Having to find something to review, so that I can keep the unbroken string of 7-day badges going, I turned away from my usual hunting ground, Read & Review. Why not go to Anniversary Reviews and get extra recognition for the thing, I reasoned.

So I did.

I turned to their list of anniversaries for this month and began the hunt. There are plenty of times in the past that I’ve done this and not been struck by the sudden insight that was waiting for me today. Which is why it’s a bit weird that it happened now instead of some other time.

I was less than halfway down the list when the huge number of names really hit me. There are literally hundreds of them. But it wasn’t just the number of names that was getting to me. These were just those who had joined WDC in the month of March, after all. Consider all the other months in which people had flocked to sign up and the number begins to stretch into the distance.

So many people, so many people. And all wanting to be writers. But it wasn’t even this that gave me pause.

There are all the other writer sites to think about too. WDC hasn’t captured them all, no doubt. So the number is actually way beyond this tip of the iceberg I was looking at this morning. There were millions of them. And all wannabe writers.

But it wasn’t even this vast revelation that did it.

That happened when I took that last little step into the unknown, that hesitant question that opens the vast universe to view and boggles the mind with its answer. It was all caused by the tiny question I asked myself.

If all these people want to be writers, is there anyone left to read them?


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