What's This?

All this writing! It sits here in the computer. No one ever reads it except for me. Just like the book I once wrote years ago, stillborn, never published. Time for Change is available, it just doesn't have a flag waving, "read me, read me" in the wind. Who knows what might happen, were some one ever to read it? I must be seriously traumatized about showing my work, that's all I can say! It has been rejected before, perhaps worse, it has been ignored as though I had nothing interesting to say. And that's why it is so safe here, never printed, unrejectable. I work on it as though it would be seen. And at this point, I would say that I need to open it up and let the chips fall as they may. Let someone see it, Mr. C. You know that you have things to say, many thoughts to share. But my ego's like an eggshell, probably less thick. Maybe it's been cracked and is not strong? Or maybe, who knows right now, it is stronger than I know? There comes a point when you have got to let it out, to see the light of day, risk nothing, get nothing. Take a risk, what can I lose? Words certainly can hurt me, sticks and stones or not. It is just about that time right now.