Yesterday was National Day on Writing. A teacher somewhere required her students to write a 6-word autobiographical story. I find this fascinating. It is reported that Ernest Hemingway wrote,

Baby shoes. For sale. Never used.

Brilliant.

So in celebration of writing I spent my self-allotted 5 minutes of personal pleasure to construct a 6-word sentence. I suggest you might consider the same challenge. I found it a little disturbing. Kind of self-revelatory. I need to work on being more discreet. I think it is more attractive, but middle age has afforded me the pleasure of ignoring the politically correct and acceptable appropriate behavior. So there. I am learning to impose.

Accidental birth. Imposing. Consider counting self.