Riverwork (a fiction)

“Belated, insomniac and underemployed, a reader and a weeper, a scoffer and a scrawler, a cleaner, a fibber and a sipper, a doubter, a haunter of shame, I am a hag, yes; I am a riverologist. How did I become this thing? Through a fortuitous ratio of patience and luck, I arrived, but quite late, at my calling. My will was then prodigious and my wisdom brief. Say I meandered. For some decades, there were diversions and episodes.“