AwesomeBlogs.com points out that Victoria Beckham has been quoted as saying, "I haven't read a book in my life." Do people like that actually exist?!

How anyone can go through life without reading a single book is beyond me. If you're illiterate or have a reading disability, that's a different matter, but why would anyone who can read choose not to do so? Even the blind read, and would give a lot to be able to see the words printed in black type across the page - words that hold mysteries and have the power to transport their reader to extraordinary worlds and divergent universes.

It has never ceased to amaze me that such a meagre sum of letters — only 26 — can come together in so many strange and wonderful incarnations, each incarnation holding a wealth of meaning. When I glimpse a printed page for the first time, whether it is a newspaper, magazine, book, brochure, pamphlet, poster, or even just the back of a cereal box, I'm filled with anticipation and an inescapable longing to know what is contained in those words, standing out in relief for all the world to see. It is as if the words on the page are welcoming me, holding out their arms, eager to share their secrets and mysteries with me.

If one can have a love affair with an inanimate object, moreso with one that is intangible, then I have a love affair with words. I find it incomprehensible that others can pass them by and remain impervious to their lure, blind to the wonder and insensible to the delights that can be unleashed by the simple act of reading.

I've met enough writers to notice that they're constantly insecure about their work. Most of them think they write crap even though they get paid for it. If somebody wants to buy your piece, that person obviously doesn't think your work is crap, right? But no, despite all evidence to the contrary, the writers I know persist in believing they can't write anything worth reading.

In some ways, I'm like them. I think my writing is either too overblown or too bland, depending on the occasion. When I read newpaper articles, books, or other blogs, I always wonder, "Why can't I write like him or her?" Other writers always seem witter, more amusing, more articulate, and more interesting.

I'm still amazed whenever someone tells me they enjoy reading what I write. I never quite know what to say. I want to ask, "Really?" and find out what it is about my writing that pleases them so. But I never do, because it would sound too much like fishing for compliments.

I just lost a post I was writing, because I accidentally clicked on a link on the "Write Post" page. Don't ask.

I always hate losing something I've written. I choose my words carefully, agonise over phrasing, check and re-check the grammar, and then — poof! — it's all gone. I lose heart when that happens, because I know I will never be able to write it exactly the same way it was. Maybe the next time I try, it'll be better; maybe it'll be worse. But one thing's for sure: it'll be different.

I'm not going to even attempt to re-write that post right now. I hate computers. Something like this would never happen with pen and paper.