So here goes...
Jami is stunning...
She likes to run races where she gets muddy...
And she is fan of cute furry things (who isn't, really)...
She surrounds herself with creative, strong, interesting people. Being one herself, it becomes an easy circle of love and mutual inspiration.
Jami is also the one who told me to write a blog. Repeatedly, I might add. So if you are finding yourself staring at the computer screen at this blog, wondering what happened to the last few minutes of your life, you can blame Jami. She linked my blog to hers (before I had written anything the least bit current), and it was the virtual equivalent of someone shoving me out of the wings and onto the stage without a stitch of clothing on.
So here I fervently type, assembling a patchwork to somewhat cover my exposed self. I won't lie, there's still a bit of a draft. But until someone sends the giant cane out to collect me, I will vamp and hopefully entertain. And even if I play to a house of one, I know that one person will be cheering me on, encouraging me to succeed.
Because that's my friend Jami.
