I think I was born into the wrong era.
Society today prefers visuals over words. But for me, it has always been the other way around.
Perhaps if I lived back when letters, chariots and chivalry were the order of the day, I would have thrived more than I have in this lifetime.
Rather than merely garnering likes or comments on the webpages or social media accounts of my clients, maybe my words could have been used to persuade kings, to romance dark and mysterious strangers, or to convey the knowledge of mystical arts to hungry minds in remote corners of the unknown world.
Instead of being drowned in a sea of mindlessly shared videos out in the World Wide Web, perhaps my words could have sailed the seven seas and reached readers who would lap up every word in genuine eagerness. And there would be a chance they would even write me back, begging for more prosaic morsels.
But alas, I must concede to the ways of this generation.
Without an image to accompany this post, I will diminish the chances of anyone even bothering to read beyond the first sentence I have crafted.
Yet you might be that very slim exception, dear Reader. Here you are, after all.
Thank you for still reading.