Can I Be an Icon for My Birthday*?
It’s my party, can I be “fly” if I want to? That’s up to you.
My birthday’s coming up, and as usual there’s nothing I want or need.
Or, more properly, there’s nothing I need and there WAS nothing I wanted.
That is of course, until a writer-friend of mine informed me that I was a writing “ICON!” Her word, not mine. I assumed she was joking, but once she tarred me with that brush she refused to back down.
I suggested that when it came to writing I was a “barely can” rather than an icon. But, like I said, my friend stuck to her guns, and now I’m convinced.
The “Oxford Dictionaries” defines icon as “a person or thing regarded as a representative symbol or as worthy of veneration.” Example, “this iron-jawed icon of American manhood.”
Merriam-Webster puts it like this. “A person or thing widely admired especially for having great influence or significance in a particular sphere.”
Both, kinda dry, in need of some fleshing out.
So now that I wanna be an icon, of the writing variety, for one day, my birthday, please help a brother out.
