Foreshadowing

Once upon a time, I was given space to host a webpage. It was completely customizable hand-crafted HTML. I did it myself.

I had to write an intro. So, I conjured a flowery paragraph about how I painted with words. I called myself an author. I stared at the paragraph and thought "That's not true. I haven't written anything." I deleted it. And for a good long while, that was the end.

I think of that sometimes and wonder what I wrote. Because even then, I was technically an author. My work just happened to be small.