Wizard's Wizzley Wizzography ~ Fargy

Many years ago, in people time, a scant 45 rotations of a planet in Universe time, there was a little boy.

He was me!

I had the eternal cry of  "I'll fix it!".

A few years later I put aside this childish fixation with healing all the wrongs of the world and decided to settle down and be a wizard.

It's been a long and winding road, especially in long robes.  Along the way though I did learn some wizardry, and fix a few things.

Although I did learn, the problem was that I learned by making mistakes.

I'm sure I made more than my share, so if you feel like not making mistakes, go right ahead, I've got you covered.

I love.  Love the world and see a soft delicate sadness in it.  I could gaze at the night sky forever, except I get a sore neck after a few minutes.

I've always talked about things and I've had the pleasure of talking to marvelous people.  One success I helped with was a project to renew a steel-making plant, it involved about 2000 staff, and $250 million.  And kept a small town of 20,000 happily thriving.  It was like magic.

As to the words of power, that we struggle with to find meaning, or to find a dollar, for whatever reason I never got around to doing this.  Yet I always wanted to.  Teachers told me that I should and I didn't.  Despite loving reading all my days.

So it is now that with grim determination and a firm grip on my quill that I write this intro.  

Actually the last few days of writing have left me feeling light with happiness, I think I may finally be doing what is good for me.

Thanks for listening.  You can wake up now.