Dearest Reader, I confess: I am despondent.
I fear I am screaming into an echo chamber. Hollering into my own pillow. Bellowing into the Great Void of the Eternal Unknowniness.
In other words: Is anybody out there? Is this thing on?
If you're reading this, have mercy upon your beleaguered blogger. Take two seconds to leave a comment so I know I'm not alone here.
It's so difficult to sit in the backseat of one's car (in my case, a stretch limo the length of a city block) wearing pajamas made of the finest handwoven silks, tapping away at a keyboard made of solid gold, just wondering if anyone cares.
And if you're actually there, actually reading this, and you actually care, here are the final results of last week's poll:
Will there be final results for this week's poll? Will there even be a next week? Much as one fears for one's safety every single time a stretch limo the length of a city block turns a corner, we'll simply have to wait and see...
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Brockman is the head writer for the daily Book News posts on the Powells.com blog. In his free time he's hard at work on his fictional memoir, which changes titles daily.
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