Without getting too sappy, I want to take the time on this last day of 2007 to express my gratitude to all my readers.
A writer’s life can be a lonely one. For years now I have sat at my desk, typing for hours on end, wanting so badly to touch others with stories I am not sure would ever be read, and though my inner world is rich, fecund and exciting, my outer world is limited to my close family and a few friends. There is a big world out there I don't always care or dare to visit.
I never expected this blog to open me to the world the way that it has. My blogging is now a nurturing, enriching, validating (and highly addictive) part of my life.
What began as a catalogue of the pretty things, places and ideas that inspired me has turned out to be so much more to me. Hidden in France has allowed me to connect with real flesh and blood readers. It has allowed me to talk to and hear from human beings from across the world, like-minded people, people who get me. And in a mere nine months, thanks to hundreds of visitors every day, I feel, at last, very much connected to the human race.
So thank you for the comments, the funny ones, the encouraging ones, the kinds ones, the tempestuous ones. Thank you also to the quiet visitors who don’t comment, my stats counters tells me you’re there and you matter very much to me.
These odd photograhs of Paris are part of the