It’s Tuesday, which is the day I answer mail. But over the last week, I’ve gotten nothing but nice messages full of warmth and support. Thank you. I like getting these, I really do, as I rarely think my writing ability is remotely adequate (I can’t stand re-reading my own stuff after it’s published). But a Midwestern sense of modesty prohibits me from answering only happy letters, so I wasn’t sure what to do – skip the mailbag routine, or risk looking like an arrogant jerk?

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