A sad-looking Bun Karyudo.

Talking a Breather

My telephone rings.

“Hello?”

“May I speak to Mr. Bun Karyudo, please?”

“Speaking.”

“Hello, Mr. Karyudo. This is your… (Cont.)

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Picture of a notebook from the BunKaryudo humor blog.

Nothing of Note

Not a thing…

Not a single thing…

As I leaf through the pages, I find myself becoming increasingly alarmed. I can see nothing, not even page numbers. What on earth am I going to write about? It may sound as though I’m blaming my notebook here, but of course this would be a silly way to frame my problem. I’m actually blaming my notebooks. I have four of them and they’re all… (Continued)