Literature Land is a mysterious place. I had crossed rivers and deserts in my journy. I faced threats of the shark agents in the Promotion Ocean. The post office alligator came close to shutting me down. The foggy maze of cyberspace blurred my vision many times. The constsnt reading of instructional material nearly turned my brain into alphabet soup. It was three years since I started writing my book Fire Horses. I was starting to feel like a horse with a swayed back from carrying a heavy load. On the horizon I saw a bright light. My computer started to bring me good news. People were buying my book. Glowing reports from people I respected appeared in my e-mail. My swayed back began to straighten out. I kicked up my heels, whinnied at the world, and started to gallop toward the light. My next task was expanding my search for people to contact. It was time to cross into the Land of Airwaves. Radio and Television were my next stop.
