We have clichés for a reason. Even that previous sentence (cliché #1) was a cliché. I usually avoid them but I’ve got to use a few right now. Because I’m trying to think of the last time I felt exactly like this and I think it was when I was a kid on Christmas morning (cliché #2). When I was maybe I was 11 or 12.
I just put my book out today and had prepared myself for it to just be a drop in the bucket (#3). I moped around all afternoon looking at my workout shirts marinating in summer sweat on the floor. Making peace with the prospect of forever being a no-name exile. Always scribbling in an Asian café and hoping for something good to happen.
But even if that’s my destiny, that’s OK. Because of days like today. The response so far from you all has been overwhelming. I’ve been getting blog comments and tweets and emails from you all about it and it means the world to me (#4) that you’re taking a chance on my book. I hope you like it. If you don’t then tell me how to improve, and I’ll make damn sure you like the next one.
For everyone who follows the stupid nonsense on my blog, thank you. You don’t know how much that means to me (#5).
It’s Friday night and I’m out in Seoul right now doing cliché Fred Colton shit. But I can’t focus on celebrating. I had to duck into a café to write this on my phone. Tonight is the end of an arduous, conceited, overcaffeinated journey I started four years ago. It wouldn’t mean anything without you all.
So, from the bottom of my clichéd heart (#6), thank you.