As we here in the Mid-Atlantic start digging ourselves out of the snow (34 inches at our house!), I find my mind wandering to thoughts of warmer climes. Last year around this time, most of the 8 ladies converged on Neen’s house in sunny Arizona, and Neen was kind enough to extend that offer to us again this year. Unfortunately, 2016 finds many of us are suffering from life interruptus and unable to make the trip. Oh, how I wish that had not been the case as I bundle up and trek outside to figure out which white lump is hiding my car.
But in truth, it’s not the 70+ degree F weather in January I miss. It’s the amazing camaraderie of being in the same time and place as these other wonderful writers. It’s brainstorming plot problems over lunch and hearing about next book ideas over after-dinner drinks. It’s sitting on the patio with a group of people who are each amazing in their own right, sharing the trials and tribulations and joys of the crazy thing called the writer’s life, in all its many forms.
If I sound nostalgic, it’s because that’s how I’m feeling today. I just got the final schedule for my day-job project from hell, and learned that the project deadline, which will mark my ability to return to my previously-scheduled life, is April 25th. From now until then, I’ll have little time for writing or participating in writerly activities.
But I’ll still be here, posting on Mondays and commenting on other days if and when I can. When I don’t have time to comment, I’ll still be reading every post that hits my inbox, even if it’s just a speed-read while brushing my teeth in the morning. And I’ll be savoring stolen moments when I can dive into the comments on writing sprint Fridays to catch up with Cindy and Bartleby and whatever other fantastical stories this talented group has to share. I’ll be living the writer’s life vicariously for a while, until I can return to my own.
So today I’m grateful for all the writers -who also happen to be friends – on this blog, as well as those on other blogs and loops and internet spaces where my favorite storytellers tend to be. I heart all of you, and look forward to staying connected through your words and stories until that wondrous day three months from now when I can return to my own.
Happy writing, all! And write a few words for me while you’re at it.