There is one more bit of business before we can truly proceed into 2021. And protocols demand that it 1- must not be put off a moment longer, and 2- must be done on the earmarked day of the "meaty" post.
Because it is vitally important.
There are a few people who literally make what I do possible. Without any one of them my life would be considerably different. Without all of them, I'd be lost.
I can try to sing their praises, but it will never quite be enough. Their name is not hyperbole, for they really do inspire me sometimes from the dredges of apathy and the very edge of giving up on this whole "blog thing." I have flumped my ass out of bed because "the patron muses deserve me at my best."
One showed up to a convention event with their entire family dressed in Writing About Writing t-shirts and believed in me back when no one else did. Many have donated non-trivial amounts on Patreon month after month. Some have dropped a donation on me that is so huge I learned that the cliché of mouths going dry was actually a thing. One simply helps my social media proliferation by liking and sharing a lot of my work and posting an algorithm-boosting GIF to just about every damn thing I post. A few years back, one found me through my writing and was a source of remarkable emotional support. One provides professional editing at no charge, and makes everything I write sound SO much better than it has any right to.
These are the folks who I think of when the writing gets hard. They are the ones who, when "the going" gets really tough, I realize I can't let down.
Right now there are 15 patron muses, but "there's always room for one more" (or 12 more….or fifty more….). Julia, Margaret, John, Anna, Ginger, Kelly, Chris, Alisha, Stephanie, Hélène, Amy, TM Caldwell, Alex, another––more different––Alex and two Anonymouses.
I salute you all, and thank you so so much for making this fantastic journey possible.