I feel like Emeril.
Concocting something delectable that others can enjoy.
But I’m not making a meal for you all; I’m writing a story.
I try to practice my craft independently of recognition. Some posts that seem to get fantastic traction are the ones I spent just a moderate amount of time on. Whereas others are often ignored and overlooked and I consider them my Magnum Opus! (Opi? since they’re plural??)
Today — after wrestling with WordPress for an hour to get my new computer up and running to be able to blog (hence the silence this week — sorry!) I finally was able to log in and I checked my site statistics.
Thanks for reading, commenting, and sharing with me again and again that I’m not talking to darkness! That I’m not sharing my world, thoughts, and words with just anyone. Thank you for telling me that when you’re nursing your infant in the middle of the night, www.ithinkonpaper.com keeps you company in the wee, bleary-eyed hours. Thank you for writing me private emails to tell me how lonely you feel on Sunday mornings – it’s good to know that other people get it. Thank you for encouraging me in this. I really do feel healthiest when writing, but I still need encouragement for “butt on chair time” to actually write!
In short, and I’m rarely short, thanks for allowing me to have my Emeril “BAM!” moment tonight.