Becoming Real

IMG_20181107_103920387_BURST000_COVERSo in between the constant robo-calls and the ceiling cracks and the flooding on the floor AND the non-stop barking because ringing phones and working folks in the house call for non-stop Libs patrol, I have managed to come up with something over at the Muffin.

And considering that as I’m typing this post, Libs is cowered behind me, in my office chair, because the YARD MAN IS HERE WITH TOOLS OF DESTRUCTION (leaf blower at the moment), it’s kinda amazing.

Um…just to be clear, the blog post itself is not that amazing. It’s just me, speaking my truth in “This I Know 2.0.” But after I read it this morning, I realized that I’d left out something very important that I know. Which is not too surprising, all things considered (see above).

And so I’m glad I have this spot here to add another truth, to share this I know as well:

That writers appreciate their readers. Not because they need reviews or want people to buy their books, though of course, either of those are nice. And not even because of lovely comments or the occasional thank-you note or email, though those are certainly swell, too. But mostly, writers appreciate readers because…well, I guess it’s sort of like this quote from The Velveteen Rabbit:

“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”

Readers give writers validation. Readers make us real. And so thank you to all the readers who make me a real writer. Even when my efforts are less than stellar due to extenuating circumstances (see above).

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The Power of a Thank You

I just spent an hour online this afternoon, trying to find a Winnie the Pooh thank you note.

You see, a while back, a friend (okay, it was Debra Mayhew) sent me a thank you note and I loved that thank you. I loved what it said on the outside as well as the inside. Here’s the note:

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I remembered it well, but I thought it was a note card, when in fact, it was an actual thank you card. Which might account for the fact that I couldn’t find it online. Also, Debra sent me that card in 2011.

THREE years ago.

I can barely remember three hours ago, and yet I remembered that card after three years. And I finally remembered that I’d stashed it into a slot in my desk.

In the end, I ordered thank you notes that would tie in to the theme of my blog. They’re fine thank you notes, and I hope they’ll get here soon. I have a couple people I need to thank and an email just won’t do

Especially after the lesson I learned today: It truly is the thought that counts.