TATER

"I call a potato a tater, and the next thing I know, I'm reading a news article about a dog named Tater. This kind of stuff happens to me over and over again. At a certain point, I wonder how much I'm being controlled," I say to Linda.

"Interesting concept," She says.

"It would make a good story," I say.

"Perhaps you should write it."

"But would I be the one actually writing it?"

"Write it anyway."

I take a moment and ponder the idea. Then I place my hands on the keyboard and my fingers begin tapping away.