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In about 3400 BC, Jubal (not his real name) came in from the field to escape the heat of the Sumerian sun. His son had been making bricks and a few were drying nearby. When Jubal grew tired of watching bricks dry, he picked one up. It was still soft. Breaking off a bit of wood from an old pack frame, he pressed it into the clay and began poking around in the clay as his mind began to wander.


“What if a band of nomads came over that ridge right now,” he said to himself and began to write his answer on the clay.


So writing was born.


A few of the tools have changed since old Jubal began his career as an author, but there are still strange people whose minds tend to wander who will take the time to write down whatever their imagination tells them.


These are their stories.




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