I’ve been at Borders, working and writing. Or at home baking cookies. Which means my primary means of blog-reading is via my little palm pilot while at Panera or while in bed. Which means I haven’t been doing much (any) commenting around town. Even here.
It’s nearly impossible to comment with a mobile screen. I truly, truly am enjoying your blog posts around the blogosphere. Edie’s at Magical Musings (with all the comments, too) was particularly inspiring to me, and I loved Erica’s dinner party post so much I tried to comment via the palm pilot, but my dinner friends disappeared.
So it’s like the blog version of larnygitis. Commentagitis? Blogagitis? (Can you tell I’ve been in a shopping mall today? Brain. Not. Working.)
I’ll be back to normal in a few days. Please just trust I’m reading everything you guys post, every comment you guys make. Okay? I’m addicted to your words!
I’m also typing this at Border’s, so when I get home to post it, I’ll probably collapse in bed before I can tell you guys how much I loved your six-word memoirs. You guys totally kicked ass! I feel almost embarrassed to have such talent reading my little old blog.
Thank you for reading my blog. I never say that. But thank you. Thank you even more for blogging. I love reading blogs. Passionately.
Speaking of which, I just discovered a new blogger, Laura J. Thompson. She has two new blogs in their infancy: The Literary Prostitute, a personal blog, and Write. Now., a writing blog. (Not to be confused with WriteNow, my nickname for Starvingwritenow. )
If you get a chance, will you pop by and welcome her to the blogosphere?