Take a note: it usually works better if you wait until I do something stupid before getting mad at me.
There can be no more thrilling idea of intimacy that connecting with someone through the agency of the written word. Here we meet, on the page, naked and unadorned: shorn of class, race, gender, sexual identity, age and nationality. The reader I seek is a tautology, for he
she is simply exactly the person who wants to read what I have written. . .