I'm still digesting your collective wisdom and advise from last week's Friday Fricassee. "Blown away" doesn't adequately express it (and is clichéd, at any rate).
So here's a reposting of the Ode I first wrote in 2009. It still applies--perhaps even more so.
Enjoy. And I'll move things back to some semblance of normal around here. I promise. :)
Ode To My Readers
Oh writers all, who browse this blog
And read its rambling prose,
Who share with me the ups and downs
Of writers' joys and woes;
I raise my feathered hat to you
For all that you have shared --
Your thoughts, your hearts, your manuscripts
(For those of you who've dared).
You've bared your souls and shared your dreams
And asked your questions, too;
I count myself so fortunate
To walk this path with you.
For writing is a solitary,
Lonely sort of thing,
Despite the satisfaction
And the pleasure it may bring.
So reaching out across the miles
Of crowded cyberspace
To touch the lives of other scribes
With neither voice nor face
Is something that we dearly need,
To keep our muses fed,
To offer up encouragement
When hope is nearly dead,
To shout "Hooray!" at each success
And "Boo!" when things go wrong,
To lovingly point out that excess
Adverbs don't belong.
So join me while I celebrate
The gift of knowing you,
And thank you all for coming here
And doing what you do.
You're strong, you're brave, you're talented --
Keep going, never doubt!
For living life with passion
Is what life is all about.