​     I've got a metaphor concerning my future plans for Adam Forwarder.

     Way, way back in the Seventies. I once saw a PBS documentary about John Gardner before he died in a motorcycle accident. Somone showed him a Buddhist monastery, the walls filled with beautiful and intricate carvings. Then the guide brought Gardner up into the attic, where few people, if any, would ever go, and there the carvings and woodwork were even more accomplished and nuanced. 

     Gardner's response was something like, "Leave it to the Buddhists to save their best work for the Gods."

​     I've always loved that comment. I love the notion that, to do the very best you could without thought of personal gain, just because you are capable of doing so and therefore are meant to do it, has always appealed to me more than being a "professional" ever did. What I'm thinking now with Adam Forwarder is to, once I finish, just leave it where it is, here, on the internet. A warning on the title page telling whoever that there's X-rated stuff inside. Make no mention of it when I start up my new website next spring. Adam Forwarder will just be there for whoever wants it, if they somehow, stumble across it and it's the sort of adult oriented thing that appeals to them. 

     If anyone actually does do that, they'll be in for a treat, that's what I believe, (although, of course, I would. Back to writers being unable to objectively value their own work,), especially if they "get" it the way the friend I based Timmy on did. My stuff is not deep, it's made to get a kick out of, but it is not thin, and it is not artificial.  

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