Fluid
Fluid is the river that floats in the atmosphere up in the clouds above us. Fluid is the cellular make up of our bodies. Fluid are our very lives. Fluid are our thoughts, feelings, talents, and abilities. Last week, I received an email from Jeff@Goinswriter.com. I’ve been getting his emails about writing ideas and seminars for a year or so. I glance at them and then delete. Sometimes I just highlight his email with the rest of the unimportant emails and delete in mass. For some reason, I actually read one of his emails from start to finish and sent a response. A Representative named Liz responded back. This went back and forth several times. I told “Liz” some pretty private information, no not my SSI# or my mother’s maiden name (Schmotzer) but, how I felt about my writing and what I was writing and wasn’t writing. Shock, a stranger got through to me. Should I send her a dozen roses? In our World of don’t trust anyone online. Don’t open spam, and for God sakes don’t res