I'm Nobody

Here's a good thing - I finished the third or fourth (I've lost track) draft of my first novel ahead of schedule. Now I'm typing/rewriting another novel I'd written longhand.

My head's deep in Unfinished Book World. It made me think of this poem:

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I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us - don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

-Emily Dickinson

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Any other nobody's out there? We could form a club, and when we're famous and harried we can talk fondly of the days when all we were was a Nobody. Or maybe, if we're lucky, even if we ever do become Somebody, we can still be Nobody on the inside.