Long ago, but not far away, a man wandered without purpose
through Melbourne's CBD.
He happened on a bookshop (now gone) dealing in speculative fiction.
In the window was a handsome periodical (now defunct) dedicated to same.
The man was young enough to vow - and mean it - that one day his writing would appear
in that magazine.
In less time than anyone expected, this dream came gloriously true.
Twenty-five years on, he writes to remind himself
why he's here.
And what you can achieve
if you follow your dream to
the end.