"Hey, there's a new blogger in town. Si Fickle …" McVie was telling us, trying to remember the complete name.
"Ah. Yeah, si Fickle-Minded Cow!" Red butted in.
"Mali! Ano ba kayo! Si Fickle Cattle!" Carrie said.
"Well, he had us at fickle," I smiled, shaking my head.
When I got home, I was surprised to receive an email from Fickle Cattle. He said he had seen me before [Note to self: You really are overexposed, Kane], commented on some of my stories and asked if I could help promote his blog to my readers.
I was taken aback because I didn't think I had enough "clout" to advertise anything. Besides, McVie already wrote about Fickle's blog and I am certain his readership by now had skyrocketed.
I remember I too was once a new blogger. Nobody knew me, nobody read me. It didn't matter then as I wrote solely for myself.
As the months passed by and I see readers give their comments on my stories, I discovered there is also a certain pleasure in having a dialogue. A comment can give new insight, a new understanding, a new way of looking at things.
I enjoy reading each and every single word people leave at my space. I try to see where they were coming from, and where they want to take me.
The world is a big place. The world is a small space. Every year, there will a new crop of writers, bursting with stories waiting to be told. Fickle writes about lost loves, poetry, music, about memories and dreams. Perhaps, in some of his stories we will recognizes ourselves, who we were or who we want to be.
I hope we will all welcome him warmly. =) As others did to us, once.
Welcome home, Fickle.
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