I know, I already had one of those ‘one year ago I seriously started writing and oh so much has happened’ posts, but since it really was one hell of a year, I feel entitled to another.
This one, I totally want to dedicate to the people I’ve met on the way, and those I’m yet to meet. Who are absolutely, insanely wonderful, and I’m gonna tell you why.
One of the things that happened throughout the past year was that I started fulfilling clichés. What kind of clichés? We-hell…when you type ‘why are writers’ into the Google search bar, this is what you get:
Okay, granted, some of the points already applied before I started writing, the important-to-society part is not up for discussion and adolescence cured me of alcohol, but if there’s any truth to this list, it’s in the word ‘reclusive’.
I have become a recluse. Because I’ve grown jealous with my time. I used to be a working mom, and now I’m a working mom who desperately tries to find some quiet time, all by herself, to type the odd paragraph before some kid goes ‘MOOOOOMMM! HE PUSHED ME!’. Means most of my writing time occurs well after 9 p.m. This kind of behavior kills your social life. Some friends, I haven’t seen for months. I probably should apologize, but that would mean calling them up, and that would take time, because they’d want to talk, or – god forbid! – even meet. I don’t have time for this. Really. I’m sorry. I miss you, but I can’t help it. There’s a chapter in my head which cries ‘WRITE ME!!!’, louder and with more exclamation marks than the kids, and I need to find out where the story goes.
And here’s where my writer friends come in. Because, whenever I need some sort of social interaction, I can log into the forum or Facebook, and, due to the fact that they’re everywhere, from Australia to the USA, someone’s always there. Sure, there’s bound to be a psychologist somewhere who’ll tell you that virtual interaction can never replace real, live, in the flesh contact. But hey, we tell each other our problems and get advice, same goes for crazy ideas and random lines, we’ve seen parts of each others’ souls, we worry when someone doesn’t show up for a few days but understand why, we sacrifice our time and energy for each others’ work, and we have fun together. Sounds like friendship to me.
You’re great, I’m blessed to have found you, and if you ever change, I’ll borrow Will’s giant mutant beaver army and hunt you down.