Why My Socks Don’t Match

Writer’s Little Instruction Book: Inspiration & Motivation by Paul Raymond Martin

A poet friend, name of Jack Wonner, never wears matching socks except by coincidence.  He throws his laundered socks in a drawer, unmatched.  When he needs socks, he pulls out two, any two.

Hmmm.  I do laundry about twenty-four times a year.  Let’s say I spend five minutes sorting socks.  That’s about two hours per year.  I’ve been doing this for forty years.  That’s an extra eighty hours Jack has been writing.

My socks will never match again.

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