"Good Googley Moogley, you've been commenting all day." (KJ)

I was.

A touch of madness. I went on a reading binge yesterday, checking out other stories for the first time.

Delirious, maybe, from an extra hour of sleep. Filled with the tingly awareness of what a wonderful site this is.

Thanks to Hope Clarke of Funds for Writers for sharing the info.

And thousands of thanks to the brilliant and budding authors who pen their piece of soul on these pages.

Today replies are fluttering in to comments I don't recall writing. Heh. Which is nice, if a little weird.

Impressed by ben brown's story, marvelling at the inside of a cockpit a la lady with the red handles, moving on to younger talent, incredulous that a thirteen year-old could write like she did. Plus admired the Shipyard apprentice's journal; hope she gets laid on again soon. As in re-hired. 

It's a bit of a blur, a fuzzy feeling of belonging to something incredible. So many words, so many worlds opening up like zillions of stars twinkling their secrets my way.

Infinity is a mystery, I don't know where it's taking me, but I sure as breath am enjoying the ride. Thanks, everyone. 

October 26, 2009