Georgia boys.

10.02.17

I recently received a special message from Todd’s friend, Zach M. I guess I received it on 09/24/17, and I have been sitting on it. I have read it over and over. I have tried to respond. And it brought me to writing a blog entry about it. If that’s not some weird circle of thinking and action, I don’t know what is.

I feel like I have endless support for my hobby of writing. Poor Todd gets stuck proofreading for me, which includes reading to reassure me that I’ve made sense and am not terrible at writing. Ever since I started sharing my blog, I have gotten compliments from surprising sources. I have had people encourage me to maintain my blog. They want to read more. I have gotten weepy over the feedback for my writing, whether it’s a blog entry or a Facebook post. It’s touching to me to have a person reach out to me to tell me they like my writing. Nobody has to do that. I would still keep a blog. I would still keep a journal. I would still want to write.

I have never met Zach. He and Todd have been friends since their time at University of Georgia (go dawgs!). Zach M. is the Editor of the Madison County Journal in Georgia.

10.8.17

I still haven’t addressed the message I received from Zach. I can’t even finish a blog entry about it (obviously)…. It’s too much, I think. A person who writes at a professional level cannot compliment my writing. I can’t handle it, folks. Lesson learned. When I told Todd that I still haven’t written back because I haven’t figured out what to write, he said that I just need to say, “Thanks,” or something to that effect. He’s right. I know that. I just need to thank Zach, and I will, but not until I am done obsessing about it. Maybe I will write back that I don’t know what to say. Like I said, it’s too much.

That I have never met Zach is a factor. I didn’t seek him out to read my writing. He found it because Todd posted a link to my MuckFestMS page on his own Facebook page. It never crossed my mind that he’d read it, and it definitely never crossed my mind that he would appreciate it. He’s under no obligation to compliment my writing.

I also need to tell you that Zach’s dad, Judson Mitcham, is the poet laureate for Georgia.

Yeah, I’m going to have to be honest when I write back to Zach. I’m going to have to admit that I don’t know what to say because, in this situation, “Thank you,” doesn’t seem sufficient.

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