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An Open Letter to You

Dear Readers,

I don't know how many of you there are, but I want to apologize for leaving you hanging. If you're a reader of this blog, you're probably either a) in my close circle of friends or b) you discovered it on your own and you have no ties to me. Either way, I appreciate you more than you could ever know. You've given me the chance to air my frustrations and sort out my feelings without being judgemental. You've also allowed me to work out my writing style without having to take a class.

I'm coming to you now because I've been neglectful. I've started a new, more public blog, and I haven't been posting here as much. MackDiva Does Hollywood expounds on my background as an entertainment reporter. I'm trying to keep it updated as much as possible so that my new readers can get acclimated to my writing style as well as using it as a go-to spot for certain kinds of stories.

That doesn't mean that I won't come here to leave my personal thoughts and feelings. In fact, I'm probably going to start posting more because there are some really big things happening in my life right now, and I still need a place to sort out my thoughts.

Thank you for being patient with me. You are the ones who make this all worthwhile. Make sure you check out MackDiva Does Hollywood and tell me what you think. Most importantly, please know that no matter what else I may do, I still need you in my corner. I'll try my best not to let you down...

MD

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