Hello RW. Actually, it’s Good Morning. And strangely enough, you ARE helping. Maybe like me, this is another morning you woke up at, frig what time was it? Oh yeah, 4:00. And hey it’s only 6:00 now so repeating: Hey ya.

Luckily I do not do this caint-sleep-thingy every night. I do it enough tho. Particularly in this last 365+ days of the sci fi world we now live in. Yes, we both will agree that even before Covid things were globally pretty f#@%ed up.

( I am just meeting you so I took the safe route and tempered my spelling of the f word, manners my Momma preached)

You probably noticed the claps from me just n0w to a bunch of your stories. Hell, if you are up and on the sofa like me, you are probably wondering who the f is that clapper and what time zone does she inhabit. No mystery my new friend, same time zone, same coast, same love-head-fest with NYC.

I bet when you read sofa you nodded your head. Because I, like you, found the love of my life after kissing way too many frogs ( read: toads). I tippy-toed out of our bedroom, careful to let my snoozing sweet patootie keep, um, snoozing.

Crikey, I also love the way he looks at me and adores me. I return it all in diamonds, clubs and spades. We are like the 2 mysterious pieces of the old jigsaw puzzle buried in a crinkled box in a hall closet. The ones always missing from the pile and you wonder where to find them and then you just do even though you were considering giving up and throwing the whole stupid box in the trash. But you didn’t so now you have those two interlocking pieces that fit perfectly, perfectly I say, together.

You know what I mean, I know you do.

All this to say. I am on the sofa in the dark, at the hour of stupid, I open my iPad and there you are. Somehow. Maybe from that weird, nonsensical feed. I don’t know for sure because I just kept reading you, nodding my head, thinking you are right on sistah, loving your writing, and just plain grooving all that shit.

I went to your blog, I googled you some more, then AleXander. I side- stepped into goodreads and many stories and then read how that Casey B. guy from Medium really likes many stories as a site. No, I did not respond on my off-Medium journey. I was too busy reading and thinking how kul and interesting you two sound. And you are, I have such a strong inkling.

It’s getting light out so if I stop reading, know I will be back. I plan on following you and hope my ramblings here will make you want to do the same back. If not, that’s fine, your choice and all that, but a lie if I say I won’t be disappointed. At least I am being honest.

You are correct though, from another piece of yours I just read, the key is readers, not followers so hell yeah, you can count on me as a reader. Not everyday of course, but enough.

Plus I believe among others, we both know the thoroughly talented, amazing and awesome. Sherry McGuinn . She will tell you that I don’t regularly write middle of the night/early morning run on sentences and the like and I think she will confirm that I am, um, legit. Pen name legit, but then so are you unless you really did have a cool-with-it-quirky parent actually naming you Remington.

I am off to check on my slightly snoring honey bun.

Oh the part of your article I highlighted above, you forgot to add usually totally pant-less, bare bum on the chair seat or else tighty-whitey clad.

P.S. Thanks RW, for this writing inspiration, btw. I had fun. LOML is up now and making his LOHL coffee even though my face is still buried in my iPad convoing with you.👍⭐️😀