I was so excited this morning when I saw that a story you’d written was posted. Seeing your byline guarantees a great story is coming up, as far as I’m concerned. I just finished, and three tissues later I can finally breathe again without gasping. But the occasional tear is still falling. How is it that you just keep getting better as a writer? How is it that you can make these two characters—who I’ve read a million stories about—fresh and heartbreakingly believable?
I’ll be ordering a Hamish MacBeth DVD and a copy of Captains Courageous in the next couple of days. But first I think I’ll e-mail a couple of friends I haven’t seen in a while, maybe try to set up a time to have dinner and chat.
Belonging and deserving, feeling needed and being wanted. That’s what life is all about, isn’t it?