Authoress to Self: Hmmm. Where did all my chatty writer/readers go?
Self to Authoress: Well, they're probably busy. You know, writing.
Authoress: That's a good thing.
Self: Yes, that's a good thing.
Authoress: But I really wanted to hear from them.
Self: I know.
Authoress: I really, really, really wanted to hear from them.
Self: Don't whine.
Authoress: How am I supposed to figure out what to do next if they don't tell me what they want me to do next?
Self: This is your blog.
Self: So, it's your blog. Do what you want to do.
Self: It's not that difficult. Take one of the good suggestions they've already left you and run with it.
Authoress: Just like that?
Self: Just like that.
Authoress: Like, the dialogue thing or the emotion thing or...one of those things?
Self: And then they'll come back because they crave the feedback.
Authoress: And then they'll come back because they crave the feedback.
Authoress: And, after all, one of the things that Miss Snark's First Victim is all about is providing feedback for passionate writers.
Self: Now you're talking.
Authoress: Of course, if they want to leave a comment today to share their personal opinions, I'd be totally open to that.
Self: Of course you would.
Authoress: So I'll just open the floor, then, and invite them to chatter away for this week's Fricassee. Because I'm so totally open to suggestions and feedback. Because, after all, this blog is for them. I mean, it's my blog, but it's for them. They're the juice in my apricot; the battery in my flashlight; the --
Self: That pretty much says it.
Self: I'm glad we had this little chat.
Authoress: Hey. If I can't talk to myself, who can I talk to?