A Strange and Marvelous Being

E 117 has a new addition:
a nice young man from the U of D
who is adjuncting
because his partner is enrolled in our program.

I call him young because he appears
almost elvish--
for example, I hear, he dressed as Harry Potter
for a Halloween party--a convincing HP.

I like him. He is kind and thoughtful.
Funny, at times.
He's excited about teaching a 153
centered on Lewis' _Narnia_ series
next quarter.

But I think I like him most,
selfishly enough,
because he has identified me as a writer.
He adds to illusions.

Whenever I become sparky in the office,
he's been know to (twice) say,
"You should write that. Seriously."

Odd little snippets that I never thought about writing . . .

I guess I am quite the story teller in person too.
So why don't I write?

*]What to write about? Theres really is
simply too much to choose from.

*]What if I put all of this time and energy into a project
& if fails??

I'm sure you bloggers have the answer.