Question of the day: who here already knew that David Douglas was a miracle-working shoemaker-elf, and what are you leaving out for him at night?
Seriously, y'all. He is singlehandedly holding up half a dozen
different writers organizations over here, and I am just so bowled over
and thankful for him on the daily. And for Shane Richmond and William Humble and Kathryn McClatchy and Sarah Hamilton and ALL of the WORD crew, who have been BUSTING IT for weeks now to help us get Writers in the Field off the ground.
And for you guys. Man, I can't think you enough for all that good love
you gave us yesterday, right when we really needed it. We blew our
ticket sales target *totally* out of the water, and for the first time
since, like, May, I am waking up with a cut in my strut and a glide in
my stride, cuz I don't just have to believe we are doing good work - I
can SEE it.
Big, big love, y'all, and endless gratitude from
all sides. I know what we're doing isn't the most important thing in the
world, but you sure are lighting up our little corner of it. Thank you
for being our ice-cold cucumber-jalapeño water of life: we don't have to
know how or why you happened to us to be strangely proud that you did.