WE NEVER KNOW about our words, sometimes carefully spun, sometimes shaken like dirt from the rugs, sometimes just gushing unbidden...we just never know to whom they will whisper...or even clang like a tinny old farm bell...off key and making a ruckus. We do know that kept in the notebook or the file, unshared, they reach no one, save the chance reader. And so while the writer’s job is to write, I believe it also has a “flinging” component in the description. This page is about the flinging part of my job and I do it knowing some flung words will fly on their own, some will need a kite string and tails while others won’t be flyers at all. They will do as flung non-flyers do. They will clunk. But they all work in some way and it takes readers for that to happen.