It occurred to me recently--what an assorted bunch I’ve come to associate with--fan-artists, fan-writers, watchers. I’ve been hanging out more at FF-dot-net than here. That’s not because I like the company better there. Most of them there are here as well.

It’s been fun to share views and observations--and to discover an audience I didn’t know I had. People who don’t necessarily leave reviews at the stories I write, but send PM’s to the effect how they love my stories.

Am I ego-trippin? Absolutely. But I’m also thankful.--for the gift I have to both move hearts and minds with my words, and to be likewise moved by what others write.

It a most amazing assortment--men, women, and children--teenage to senior citizen--parents and grandparents--single, married, divorced--Christians, agnostic’s, Jews,--a Satanist--people who are into classic cars, airplanes, firearms--lawyers, medical professionals, pastors, illustrators, farmers, college students, high school students--Americans, Latin Americans, Europeans, Asians--a Napoleonic war reenactor--an actual member of the Knights Templar--a sex therapist.

Can’t say more--we respect our confidentialty. PM’s mean PRIVATE, after all. It’s just that--in the season where we are thankful for our blessings, and the upconing season of joy in which we honor the Savior’s Birth--and as another year draws to a close--I want to go on record for all the appreciation I feel for every friend and acquaintance of mine in this corner of the internet subculture.

For some of us, it’s been a tough year. Family problems. Health problems. Some of us have lost loved ones. And, as in the case of Commander Argus, there are some who’ve gone on--as we all must, one day.

Getting verklempt. Be cool, y’all. Vaya Con Dios.