On my morning scroll through Twitter I ran across this post from Ben Folds:
And my first thought was “Wow, his daughter has really grown up.” As if I knew Ben or his daughter personally.
But that’s the thing when you write a lot (be it songs or poems or short stories or novels or blogs) and when you write honestly – a little bit of you can’t help but be in there somewhere. Like a window into your world cracked open just a little. And I, for one, love these little glimpses.
*Just in case you’re not familiar with it, this is how I “know” Ben Fold’s daughter: