One of the side effects of being a published author is that from time to time you receive letters from people who want something from you. I don't mind, as long as they bought the book in the first place. In fact, I have a few lovely people on my contact list as a result of such queries. The latest query is a puzzle, though. It's appended as a comment to my blogpost Anon-anonymous, and reads to this effect:
"I am doing a mid-term report on your short stories so could you please send me an account of your life and woks."
It is signed "Anonymous". I have no idea what to do with this, flattered though I may be by the idea that someone is interested in me and my short stories. I not modest enough to deny that I have had a fascinating life, but I never expected anyone to be interested in my woks. To be accurate, I have only one wok, which I haven't used since I last cooked Philosophical Rice, a dish much appreciated by my children and others, mainly because they used to become very philosophical about what was in it while eating it.
"I am doing a mid-term report on your short stories so could you please send me an account of your life and woks."
It is signed "Anonymous". I have no idea what to do with this, flattered though I may be by the idea that someone is interested in me and my short stories. I not modest enough to deny that I have had a fascinating life, but I never expected anyone to be interested in my woks. To be accurate, I have only one wok, which I haven't used since I last cooked Philosophical Rice, a dish much appreciated by my children and others, mainly because they used to become very philosophical about what was in it while eating it.
2 comments:
You are cruel)It's just a misprint. However every day I read your blog to get information because my lecturer said not to bring a term paper without your biography) I hope you'll forgive me such persistence and help me. Пожалуйста)))
Why wok when you can fly?
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