Robin of The Other Mother came up with the great idea of telling your readers how much you appreciate them, and I'm ashamed.
For one thing, I waited until the day was nearly over to write my post about this. But more important, I'm upset that I didn't think of this myself.
I have been writing this blog for nearly five years. When I began, it never occurred to me that anyone other than my family or very close friends would have any interest in what I had to say. Ironically, very few of them have ever bothered to read this (and those who do tend to lurk until I write something that inadvertently upsets them, and then they let me know about it!)
But then, there are the people who DO come here to read. I get comments, and emails (and lately, Twitter tweets) from total strangers (many of whom end up becoming my friends).
You people rock my world.
I am your basic bundle of neuroses, forever battling demons that seem to be wrapped up with the idea of being a failed writer (thank you, Hollywood producers who bought my material and then shelved it, thereby allowing me to have a taste of success but not the whole meal). I will always be haunted by the words of the people who hated my work and will never give a lot of credence to the ones who did not, because that's the way I'm built...
But I forget about it all whenever people tell me they read this blog and LIKE it. When I hear that, I actually feel like a winner.
Do I appreciate you? You bet.
(Do you like me enough to read my reviews of stuff companies send me? REALLY? OK, there's a new one up at Socal Stuff. It's short. Go there and see and I'll appreciate you even more.)
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