Dear Grandma,
I've been thinking about writing a letter like this, for the blog, for a long time. I never planned on showing you, but somehow I think you'll know.
I'd like to think thank you. Not in the traditional sense either. Yeah yeah. You raised me and that's cool and all, but kids are like trees. Make sure they don't catch on fire or get chopped down and everything is fine.
No. I want to thank you for so much more than that. Thought there are other people that I could thank, I'm going to stick with you.
Thank you for staying with me. You stood by on every occasion that I wanted to write. You've bought me books. You've given me names for characters, but more than anything else, you never let me stop. No matter how much anyone puts me down, you're always there to lift me up.
Because of you, I had my first, second, and my third contract signing. And I couldn't be happier.
So, here's to you. Here's to standing by young artists until they make something of themselves.
-A.M.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Poetic Movie Review #1 of 2025: Nosferatu
Nosferatu, myth, legend, the movie A lesson in the art of gloomy Melancholy, from having thick blood The black and white arrives like a ...
-
It is definitely against the law to pirate DVDs, this much is true. Probably. I'm not a cop, so I can't tell you what is and isn...
-
Today's topic is time again. Time, it exists, because we say it does. Time is a function that we created to understand the length of...
-
Kong is being held against his will Humans need his help with Kaiju They strap him to a big ass boat And Godzilla attacks from the ocean f...
No comments:
Post a Comment