well, there you are.
you exist afterall.
i'm not complaining, but what took you so long?
were you waiting for the first million words?
the words that don't count?
they've come and gone you know...
sometimes i ran out of ink, that's all.
i'm like an actor that's been rehearsing too long.
i simply cannot progress without an audience.
and now you're here.
and i'm glad.
oh, how i've needed you.
constant reader.