Writing can be a lonely pursuit. We craft the tales and present them to the public in hopes that they will be well received. Sometimes we will get unsolicited feedback from a reader and when that happens, whether it is good, bad or indifferent, it is welcomed as proof that a connection has been made.
Yesterday was a day not to be remembered. Several things went wrong, not only in the real job but also in some non-professional areas. Cap that with the fact that we have enjoyed almost non stop rain for the past month, the mosquitoes are so thick that they have had to organize and divide the territory, and the ground is soggy to the point that only the paved areas are passable on foot.
After an unscheduled one hundred mile round trip caused by a printing mistake on a photo order, I was happy to arrive home late in the evening, prepared to find a quiet corner and sulk.
I picked up the mail on my way to the house and found a ray of sunshine so bright that it dispelled the cloud that had followed me since dawn, an unsolicited card from a reader.
In this digital age most feedback is via some electronic means. This was an actual card, written by hand, sent through the mail and quite a spirit lifting surprise.
I would like to express my gratitude to the writer here in the largest forum available to me. I won’t post her name but I am sure that if she reads this, she will recognize her sentiment. Again, dear lady, thank you for making my day.