The Diary of +he Ghos+

Wednesday, March 04, 2026

Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.

Nice to meet you. O/

And it is a meeting of sorts. Isn't it?

Every word wrote is a kind of message in a bottle sent from a desert island called your imagination.

Glad you found my message floating in the sea of binary blips called The Internet.

There's magic in these words; there's wonder. Put them to good use.

Share them with all the stuck-in-a-rut good people in your life.

That is how I'd like you to view Wonder Fell:

Out sailing alone on The Internet Sea, you discovered an uninhabited island. There's only lush tropical vegetation and a table by the shore with a book on it.

Take the book back to your boat. Dust the beach sand off the cover.

What's it called?

Wonder Fell: The Diary of +he Ghos+.

(He's a poet, too. O/)

Every morning +he Ghos+ gets corporeal real enough to pick-up a pen and write his thoughts for that sunrise.

He's done it hundreds of times. The effort is in your hands.

You read some for hours. You fill with wonder. Your life means more to you now than it did before you found the words.

Being a good person you go back to return the book to the table, only to find another exact copy of the journal, beach sand dusty cover and all, has taken its place.

You believe in magic now. You hold your copy close. Glad to have it for yourself, you return to your boat and sail home with words of magic and wonder for company.

Thank for reading, there's a whole lot more, take care, and make a wonderful day.