MARCH HOUSE BOOKS
Naturally, I couldn't resist placing my order and here's what I received just last week:
Barbara will be setting up an eBay account and will still be making sure her vintage books find new homes. (News of it being a move, albeit a move of some vast difference, rather than a full closure goes down so much smoother ... although I understand there is also still an inexplicable sense of loss.) And thankfully, she will continue blogging, too.
Which hit me:
These dear friendships, initially scoffed by many as 'unreal' since they occur purely online, could one day end. Fellow bloggers I love visiting might one day call it quits. Fellow writers might go dead quiet for years. Who knows if I'll ever hear from them again?
Lost. No chance to tell them, "You came. You always said nice things. You read my words and understood my anxieties. You gave my hand a squeeze and my shoulder a warm pat even though your hands never materialized. Your presence made me feel more solid. That my efforts are solid. There are a lot of polite exchanges in the blogging world, but you, you always meant what you said. And you, you always came."
All of you who visit and drop me nice comments here are very, very much appreciated. I hope you know this. When the day you or I decide to stop blogging, whatever the reason, these few years of experimenting, of venture, of learning which are sometimes masked as failure and disappointments, of genuine support, will remain as part of our career, part of our immense and intense lives as story-lovers.
And Happy Golden Retirement, dearest Barbara!