Okay, so I was going to whine . . . I mean write all about how hard writing is. But I got sidetracked and decided to share with you that I lead a double life, a secret life. Mild mannered writer by day and by . . . ummm, other day I’m a spy. Yep, that’s right I am a spy. I know it’s unbelievable and pretty cool, but there you have it. And who you ask am I a spy for? Or should that be whom? Whatever, I am a spy for the Union and the Confederacy. I’m sure you’re wondering how the heck I ended up being a spy for two groups that haven’t really existed for 150 years. It’s all about the history museum. So we’re opening our new exhibit entitled Civil War: My Brother, My Enemy and I happened to be riding the elevator with one of our curators. She and I were talking and I told her if she needed help to let me know. That’s when she gave me my assignment: Be A Spy. I shrugged and said, “Sure.” Heh. We spies are cool like that.
She brought me two replica cypher wheels, one from the Confederacy and the other Union. My task was to create three messages for each one and then put them into code. I didn’t want them to be incredibly long since I knew visitors were going to try and break the code, but I didn’t want them to be super easy either. It took a good hour or so to come up with them and put them into code. I had one of the people I work with check them all to make sure they were right and whammo I had created 6 secret messages.
So, if you happen to come by the museum and run into those cypher wheels you can see what a writer/spy does during the day. You can also try your hand at decyphering them, but just know I’m watching you. You may not see me, but I can always see you. We spies are tricky like that.