This afternoon my cousin, whose first name is Ryan, called my house and said, “This is Ryan, and I’ll be stopping by to see you.”  Now, my house is not of this century.  It’s not even of last century.  It was built in 1898, and we don’t have caller i.d.  That’s a little misleading.  We could have caller i.d. on the land line, I suppose.  We just haven’t ever sought it.  Back to Ryan. 

He says he’s coming to visit, and I have to ask, “Who exactly is this?”  He gives me his full name, and I stammer, “Oh, sure.  Come by.  We’d be happy to see you.”  It was a nice surprise, this talented, young musician who is just back from Europe is coming to my house for a visit.  That’s what all life should be like.  We should all have visits from people we aren’t expecting to see, but we’re glad to see.  It’s like a perpetual birthday celebration. 

That’s what this blog is all about.  The surprise of newly published authors and ways to make them and readers come together.  Tomorrow I’ll post original work from…oh someone. 

“This little light of mine,
I’m going to let it shine…”