I said this last year, EE, but it needs saying again.

Dear… Well, I guess I’m supposed to say Dear EE, or Dear Mr. Evil Editor, or (my personal favorite) Dear Sparky –

Whatever name I call you (and there may have been a few other doozies along the way), I really want you to know how very dear you are to me – that the dear part stays true and stays the same, no matter what name follows after it.

When I found your blog, I found you, and it was a package deal (no, not the nasty kind). I found a community of people with a common interest, many of whom I have gotten to know and come to care a great deal about.

And I’ve reconnected with the resonance possible when editing whittles writing down to the place it was trying to find all along, in a way I couldn’t have accomplished on my own.

Even your word limits forced me to learn, and that was a hard lesson for a run-on-and-on-and-on (and on) writer like me.

And I’ve laughed my ass off along the way, which not only is never a bad thing but is, in fact, always, always a good thing.

I’ll never forget you.

Love, Robin