What can YOU say in six sentences?
You know who you are.
I only know you through your support and indulgence and your good, strong words--oh yes, and all the confessions you eloquently and sometimes inadvertently make on these supposedly safe pages.
Writing is damn lonely work, but here you are, with your patience and constancy and your corrections when I stray too far afield, meandering and getting too full of myself like I tend to do.
Sometimes it can feel like we're spewing this all into the void, but technology gave us a platform and Rob gave us a home, and now I've got this tenuous, virtual roundtable of showmen and grande dames, pouring gas on my little fire when the embers gutter, yolking my burdens when I need to unload.
Those of you whom I've met in the flesh have taken on added dimension, and now your lovely faces and hugging arms and crying eyes are mine to carry with me wherever I go.
Sometimes you are bold and sometimes tentative, you tell outlandish lies and laugh uproariously in the face of the most bitter truths and you--well, you know who you are.