I don't often write to those whose work I love. This is a big mistake. You should always write and let them know. Always, always. I've only done it on three occasions - once to Dorothy Allison (author of Bastard Out of Carolina), Davy Jones (from The Monkees - I had a crush and thought our shortness made us perfect for each other. Never mind that I was 8 and he was in his 40's), and today to Mr. Brilliant.
One of the reasons I wrote today is because 5 weeks ago, a car hit Mr. Brilliant. He's now in the hospital and going through a hard time, as many of us who have had hospital stays have been through. I wrote a letter of my story and some encouragement. And then I thought I might share it with all of you. Some of you might need encouragement. Maybe not today, but maybe someday, and maybe someday soon. Save it and see if it becomes useful for you.
I also thought we all need a reminder to write to those of whom we admire, before they are gone and we miss the chance. Sure, there's a chance that on the Big Screen of Life they might see that you loved them, but why wait? Why indeed?
Enough, enough.... here's what I sent. Good luck to all of you, too.