Can you imagine what it feels like to scribble away day after day in obscurity and furtive anonymity, selfishly taking precious time away from your family and job, all the while having no idea why you're doing this except that it's satisfying an urge that recently welled up out of nowhere, the whole thing so onanistic and shameful that you must conceal it from everyone you know, and then have someone from a blog that inspired you to jump into this medium, a respected representative from the world of letters, liken you to Charles Lamb? Can you imagine such a thing?
"OMG, OGIC!" my inner Valley Girl repeats over and over. I'm stunned by her generosity. I only hope I can live up to the Lambian ideal. And I'll be sure to keep a sharp eye on my sister.
By the way, if you're new to the neighborhood and looking for something better, may I suggest moseying on over to Stephenesque and Topic Drift? Stephen Baldwin's natural talent is so obvious, his perspective is so unique, his facility for the memorable phase is so adept, that, well, before today's boost of self-esteem I've been unable to send my readers over there for fear they'd never return. And as for Esther Wilberforce-Packard's Topic Drift, I'm speechless, except for the speech I previously delivered here.