But I’m writing one about the post below.
Basically, I’ve been working on this post off and on for — oh, SO long. And this is literally all I have so far. It’s the very bare beginning of something. I cannot say when — or if — I’ll ever have it finished. The memories clump in some secret corner of my brain, hard to find, harder still to penetrate. I’m posting what little there is of it now in hopes of finding more courage and more impetus to finish. But it feels like ripping myself open to write it. I know this won’t mean for you what it means for me, but that’s okay. All I know is there are people out there in this blogosphere who make me want to push, be more brave. They may be reading this right now and they know who they are. So here’s the beginning.
Okay, taking a breath …..
You have had (and continue to have) the most painfully interesting and wonderfully miraculous life I’ve ever come across.
Please, I’m begging you, please write a book.
XOXOXOXOXO
WG — Oh, dear girl! How incredibly nice! I don’t even know what to say. Thank you.