Working Up

by Dwayne Phillips

One of the reasons I write (there are many) is that persons simply grow weary of the sound of my voice.

I like to tell stories—some true, some not so. There are a few people in my life, see, e.g., my wife of 35+ years, who have already heard most of them. The same is true for my adult children. (This is one of the great things about having grandchildren: they haven’t heard all the stories yet.)

These kind persons are tired of hearing my voice and my stories. Hence, I write. Sometimes I write the old stories; sometimes I write variations of the stories. The page, the computer screen, whatever, never tires of the same stories and their variations.

One bonus: writing the stories or talking to the page allows other persons to hear them. Some of these other persons even pay me a little money (25¢ or so) for the stories.