I am completely speechless right now … and here’s why.
Some people put celebrities I’ve never heard of on pedestals. Me, I reserve that spot for writers. Every since I was a little girl, I’ve viewed writers as exalted, larger than life.
I’ve never stopped being that 6 year old whose fan letter was personally answered (in handwriting, no typed letter this) from her favorite author, and that’s how I felt tonight when, while perusing a few blogs, I stumbled onto Lily’s (which I’ve had in Google Reader since discovering it a few days ago).
“If you are reading this, you are part of a salon ….” her post was titled.
“How cool,” I thought. “Someone else had the same thought of equating Florence Wolfson’s literary salons to what we’re doing here, online, talking books and whatnot.”
And I clicked on the link, and I realized it took me to my very own blog.
Thank you, Lily … for this and for writing a wonderful treasure of a book.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to channel my inner 6-year old and dance around the living room with all the joy and exuberance of a child.