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A Thankful Evening

Confused

This morning, I finished up doing a little writing, and then crashed out on my loveseat. At some point, I must have moved to my bed because I woke up there at about 8:30 tonight, completely oblivious to what had happened all day long. While I slept, something happened that is pretty unprecedented on my website. Something I wrote came damn close to having 100 hits in the first day (96 to be exact). I received emails, comments, Twitter DMs, and Tumblr responses. All of them loving and supportive.

Honestly, it made me nervous and I’ve been waiting for the government to come storming in to send me off to Guantanamo Bay. Things don’t, as a general rule, go well for me in life without excruciating pain. I don’t really know how to respond, except with a big ole:

ThankYou

 

I want you to all know that I do appreciate your words, encouragements, shares, reblogs, retweets and what-have-yous.

 

Thank you.

Published by M.A. Brotherton

M.A. Brotherton is a writer, blogger, artist, and fat-kid from the suburbs of Kansas City, Missouri. He’s tasted a little bit of everything the Midwest has to offer, ranging from meth-tweaking rednecks in massive underground cave complexes to those legendary amber waves of grain. When he’s not writing, he spends most of his time screwing around on the internet.

2 thoughts on “A Thankful Evening”

  1. Sara Rose says:

    We adore you and your cray cray self.

    1. M.A. Brotherton says:

      I appreciate being adored. I am adorable.

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