I told you there'd be one more post before the end of the year. This is it.
I spend my morning and evening train rides writing and writing and writing. Every day I write at least 1000 words. Most of it is complete crap and will die an unremarkable death on my computer's hard drive. As it should. Some of it is better than complete crap and it ends up here or on Twitter. Every now and then something is good and that also ends up here or on Twitter and you guys respond to it. You post in the comments. You favorite it on Twitter. You like it on Facebook and maybe even share it with your friends. That's when I realize it was good. (I assume most writers have this problem. They think everything they write is crap until someone tells them it's not.) Your engagement with the post encourages me to keep slaving away — seemingly pointlessly — on the train each morning and evening. For that, I want to say THANK YOU.
Thank you for reading.
Thank you for posting in the comments, Brian.
Thank you for retweeting my links to these posts, Derp.
Thank you for liking my posts on Facebook and sharing with your friends, many people.
Thank you for taking a little time out of your day to read some random stuff on this little blog that has absolutely no theme or through-line in a time when everything has a theme or through-line. In many ways this is my workshop. In other ways this is my gallery. Either way, thank you for your time and patience.
Your clicks and comments and likes and retweets encourage this old man to keep doing something he loves to do even when — especially when — it all seems like a waste of time. It means more than you know.
You all deserve entrance into whatever paradise you believe the afterlife to contain. If you don't believe in an afterlife, you deserve to be completely content with every aspect of your life in your final seconds. If you're not sure what you believe in, you deserve enthusiastic and unexpected high fives.
Happy New Year, wonderful people.