The Strange Case of the Invisible Mystery Writer

This is a strange case and could be thought of as fiction–it all depends on your experience, as a reader. My experience comes from the viewpoint of a writer. Maybe this is all make-believe, pretend, the stuff from which imaginary tales are made. Or, maybe it isn’t. What if it could be true?

What if, to most of the world, I could be invisible? Oh, I’d want to be visible to my family and friends, of course, but what about everyone else? That would be a neat trick, wouldn’t it? Or, as is the popular term, “super power.”

In crowds of people, at a theater, at our large church, in waiting rooms of doctors’ offices, think of what a lot goes on around me–standing up, sitting down, singing, waiting, filling out forms, waiting some more, but when we turn to greet each other during welcome time, or my name is called to go see the doctor, people would seem surprised if I suddenly became visible. I would be too, because the cloak of invisibility can get to be warm and comfortable and I might not want to leave it.

This cloak would come in handy at times. I would learn lots of things because people would not know I was present. What material I could gain for my books!

There is only one draw-back. This strange invisibility would extend to my books. Oh, they would be out there, in the market place. They would be real, just as I am real; only thing is, nobody would know about them. Readers would pass right over them, never realizing their existence.

Could I drop this cloak of invisibility once I had put it on? Would I be stuck with it forever, and find I couldn’t throw it off? Would I be like the little Who in Whoville shouting that I was real. I was a real person, a real writer and my books were real too?

These are just wandering thoughts this morning, a small excursion into the world of what if. Please pay little attention to it. Just pretend it isn’t here.