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I was reading the preface of a book tonight, and the author went on and on about the 1,743 people that helped make this book possible, blah blah BLAH.  I was like,  “Damn, if this is putting me to sleep, the novel itself is gonna be a snoozer.”  Then I thought about it; if I got off my duff and wrote a book that had a good chance of being published, who would I thank?  The entire continential United States, like this author practically did, or who?

I’d have a long list of people to thank. Yes, my friends and cousins, but also those who don’t know me so well, who read my insane scrawls.  ‘Cause when ya think of it, that’s what the publishers are looking for.  Stuff that will appeal to pure strangers. They want something that will sell to the masses. 

Yet as storytellers, we want to connect with the reader.  That’s what I dig about blogs and about posting on message boards.  Maybe someone will answer or comment.  Maybe they won’t.   But as writers, the internet gives us what we always wanted:  Somebody to read our stuff.  Somebody to share the world we have crafted. 

The ‘net offers the same for musicians, photographers, movie-makers and artists of all walks of life.  Amazing when you think about it.  We all trade with one another. 

Write, and I will read it. Sing, and I will listen. Create, and I will gaze upon it.  Show, and I will watch it.  

We each add a small drop of our own creative juice, to this vast pool of the internet.  We take back small sips, renewing our own muse with the sweet potency of this wonderous pond…. 

*glug glug glug gargle gluck *  *URRRRP!*    ‘Scuze me.  Ahhhh.    *hic!*