Thanks to an excitingly mis-sold internet purchase, we are now in possession of the latest in exciting mobile technology – the MAFAM M11. (If you’re mentally incapacitated, you could have one of your very own for 24 whole US dollars!)
Years ago, in my early twenties, I was convinced I’d be a successful author someday. One by one, my more literary friends got pieces published—short stories, poems—while I didn’t. Of course, it didn’t help that I wasn’t a good writer, and more importantly didn’t actually try getting anything published. But it became a minor running joke that all my friends would “get published” before I did.