Good thing I caught myself in time. I sometimes think I can get away with it just one last time but then it always snags me. One is all it takes as the man said.
As I was saying, nothing unusual about the start of the morning. But that's a recurring theme with me, isn't it? There's never a warning about things to come.
What I should have said at the beginning of this post is that I'd just gotten off the phone when Ms. Wonder came into my little corner of the world.
"Was that you're agent on the phone just now?" she said.
"It was," I said still in wonder of it all.
"Well, what's the news?" she said. "I can tell by that look on your face that something's up? You look like, the heroine of Israel? What's her name?"
"You're thinking of Jael," I said. "the wife of Heber. Do I look that happy?"
"You do," she said, "but I don't remember what she did exactly."
"She hammered a tent stake into the head of Israel's enemy while he was sleeping on her couch," I explained.
Hearing my words, her brow wrinkled and her eyes looked just a little worried.
"Let's pass over all that," she said. "Just tell me what your agent said."
"You're not going to believe it," I said.
"Don't tell me they're still talking about adapting your blog for the stage," she said.
"Nothing to do with that old gag," I said. "You see it's like this."
And then I told her the whole story about the Baptist deacon in Charlotte who found his daughter reading my blog and decided to read a few random posts to make sure it was up to snuff. He didn't like it. He spoke to his pastor who phoned the Wilma News.
"Oh no!" she said.
"Apparently the religion columnist reviewed my blog in the current edition. He described my work using adjectives that I find harsh and reactionary and Fox News worthy.”
"Genome!" she said. "This is terrible. What will you do?"
"I suppose an honorable man like myself should write the columnist and thank him. You see since the article came out, The Circular Journey has received more followers than the previous all-time total."
"Ohhhhh," she said.
"Yes," I said. "My agent called to let me know that a couple of studios are considering bringing the blog to a larger audience."
"Larger audience?"
"That's right," I said. "A Wilmawood production."
"Genome?" she said.
"Yes?" I said.
“You’ll lose your anonymity.”
“You mean people will know my true identity. Yes I see. Something to consider for sure. Still, it’s not like I’m in the witness protection program.”
“Aren’t you? But never mind that. My question is can we do the same for my art?"
"All things are possible for those who believe," I said and I thought it pretty cool. Still do. Quotable I think.
“Let’s generate some scandalous scuttlebutt about your art.”
“Data,” she said, “engage!”