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A New Year’s thank you
In Case You Think It Doesn’t Matter If You Read This
I promise you it does
I don’t say it enough
It’s not my style to get all sappy and maudlin — no, that’s a lie. Getting sappy and maudlin is absolutely my style, but I mostly try to squelch that impulse. It’s embarrassing.
But if there is ever a time for sentiment, the beginning of a new year has its hand in the air. So this is me, trying to convey my deep appreciation to you.
Because you read my stuff.
It’s hard to tell you how much that means to me.
I’m a one-trick pony
I don’t paint. I don’t sculpt. I don’t do crafts, because the result is always something I immediately want to consign to the trash. I can’t sew to save my life and my one foray into knitting had me swearing like a sailor and my husband pleading with me to Put. The. Needles. Down.
The point is, my mode of expression is writing. And the problem with writing is that you can’t hang it on a wall for someone to enjoy as they walk by. You can’t drape it over a sofa or take hot pans out of the oven with it. You can’t wear it around your neck and hope someone notices.
