There are lobster fisherman There are those who catch many fish with big commercial boats and big nets Many like to fish for the sport of it for trout for bass for perch
But the only catch I like on the end of my line are compliments That's right Maybe I never got enough praise A shy, nerdy kid with the low self-esteem Maybe it's just a narcissistic need to be noticed
I can sit there for a while in my sea of creativity Sometimes I might snag an old boot an old tire a glob of seaweed or a message in a bottle that says "YAWN!"
Kidding aside I write because it keeps me sane Whether or not I have an audience of one and that audience is me or whether I can entertain others I cannot stop or start the flow of my pen for any reason but the love of writing
They say one man's junk is another man's treasure So when I feel that tug on the end of my fishing line with the paperless technology we have to express ourselves I know someone was hooked onto the end of my invisible pen
So I am not too proud to admit it I toss "modesty" out of my boat for a bigger, shameless fishing experience Grabbing my pole to reel in the sweetness of those kind words and I say, "Thank you!"