It’s time to extend a long overdue gracias + *curtsey* to my new friend and fellow blogger, Cristy Carrington Lewis, who recently honored me with not one but two Blogger Awards.
Cristy and I met online, as they say, in the Comments section of her blog, Paltry Meanderings of a Taller Than Average Woman. I came across her opus on the WordPress front page (woo wee!) not long ago, and, as a fellow tall-woman blogger, how could I not stop to read a while?! Cristy is a self-described recovering attorney who writes long, luxuriant, often rant-style and very funny essays about, for example, why God loves short people most, her redneck uncle’s funeral, or how Polly Flanders ruined her life. The words and images both make me laugh. Oh, and she’s for hire, so if you need someone to write funny, you know where to find her.
In response to this startling turn of events, I’ve made a momentous change to my two-year-old blog: I have *goose bumps* added a new page. The tab up there on the left, see? ”Prizes.” For now, it’s just the repository for my crown, but it will eventually be filled with lots of information as dictated by the strict terms & conditions of the awards. Interesting bits like what I would do if I weren’t an artist and seven things you don’t know about me (and you’re happy that way), and seven people whose blogs I really like and seven childhood memories that even the meds can’t repress. Things like that.
Thanks, Cristy, for being so supportive and encouraging of my blogging efforts, for the great feedback and comments, and for listing me on your blog roll. I’m pretty sure that subscribers #34-40 found me because of you. And I promise to never enter the state of Florida if I’m aged and/or decrepit; wearing malodorous dentures; have (more) hair on my chin; or have shrunken to shorter-than-the-average-steering-wheel size, because I may very well be hunted down by you or a redneck relative like the Alligator mississippiensis, my harvested skin fashioned into stilettos with which you in your own old (but year-rounder) age will still be patrolling the grocery store aisles, looking to stomp unwanted snowbirds. I promise.
While I’m on the subject of thanks, I would also like to thank each and every subscriber for taking the time to read and comment on what I’ve written, because I know there are 10,000 other things you could be doing with your time. Hours you will never get back. You are a devoted bunch and I consider you my personal friends and companions*.
And in the gracious and overindulgent spirit of Fat Tuesday, I will also admit the following: sometimes, sometimes, I make choices about things I do, or places I go, or staying just a bit longer in the forest to see if a wild animal shows up… BECAUSE IT WILL MAKE A BETTER BLOG POST. I admit it. I am ashamed. The boundaries of life and art forever blurred: which came first, the event or the idea for a post? I am William Shatner on that old Twilight Zone episode, so addicted to the fortune-teller machine that he can no longer make choices without it.
*I also feel this way about the authors of every audiobook I listen to in the studio which is perhaps a noteworthy caution against too much introverted solitude.
Ok, that’s an exaggeration… just know that having an audience, a real, virtual audience, affects what and how I write because it’s not just for me anymore. It’s for us. You inspire me and I appreciate it. So thank you.
