by Marielle Carlisle
It's been three months now. Almost four.
Dear Newsletter Committee,
Pretty please with whipped cream and cherries on top mail the monthly ANWA newsletter. Or just one cherry on top. I'm not picky.
(I seem to write a lot of letters on this blog)
Let me tell ya'll why I like the newsletter:
See, I really look forward to reading it. I'm the Secretary in my chapter, and I believe myself to be hee-lar-e-ous when I write my clever (or so I think) monthly chapter minutes. And then finally reading it in the newsletter? It's like I've been sprinkled with fairy dust ... magic.
It doesn't matter if no one else thinks I'm funny. My name is in lights (or print, whatever) and it's my time to shine (or at least whisper, softly, from the paper).
Those monthly writing challenges and contests are great! I want to be challenged. The writing tips ... so insightful! The random stories and submissions ... good fun! It's like a letter from an old friend. An old friend that I just barely met because I only joined about a year and a half ago.
Perhaps this is an 'absences makes the heart grow fonder' sort of thing. At this point I'll take anything! A torn off corner of a napkin, a gum wrapper, a cardboard insert.
For a newsletter by any other name, would still smell as sweet.