Writer's Notebook

All was still in Paul's office. The only sound to be heard was the quiet whirring of the computer. Daniel sat frozen in front of the screen. As author of several well-read scribble posts, this wasn't supposed to be happening. He was supposed to just sit down and write with the ease of the artist, for whom inspiration was a right, not hard work.

For some minutes now a thought was beginning to lay siege to his brain. But it had to go carefully. Pushing to hard at this stage could lead to total oblivion. So it camped in front of the doorway to his conscience occasionally calling out and letting Paul know he was there. Slowly but surely curiosity got the better of Paul. He looked out to see who was there. He liked what he saw and opened up. A long conversation followed that piqued Paul's interest. This was an experiment worth trying. He'd take his computer dictionary and copy each and every word into his word processor. Then he'd jumble them all up before copying some so as they might appear several times if necessary. The final step would be easy. He'd delete all but 233 words, so as to bring the post down to a readable length. The result would be totally unintelligible.

So dear reader, if you can understand this, you'll know my experiment has failed.