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I have an ego huge enough to say that I deserve two-way conversations.

The same also applies to what I write. After all, I am a writer and writers clamor for attention. We desire to appear clever, and to be remembered beyond the limits of our own mortality. Simply, we want to be talked about. Pardon the cuss, but it is bullshit to claim otherwise. Writers are vain, self-centered and to a point, without shame. We write with an audience in mind, and in doing so, we open up the avenue for discussion and interaction.

Let me acknowledge those who made writing more interesting

- the audience that I have won over, especially those whom I have interacted with, those who were fearless enough to reach out off- and online, and those who, once upon a time, said that there's nothing I could ever blog to make them let go;

- and my best and most beloved friends whom I couldn't resist abusing - metaphor, allusion and irony,

you all have my unending gratitude. It is a herculean task to sustain the drive but you remind me why I do this. You are the reason why I write.

So keep it coming until we reach the next five hundred!