This week one of my writer friends, Mary Gray, invited me and my kids out to her house for a few days.
What's really neat about this is I met Mary years ago online, we went to a writer's conference across the country together, and we're still awesome friends. Honored by the invitation, I packed up the kids and drove seven hours to Mary's house.
We had an absolute blast. I'm amazed at how two people who didn't even know each other a few years ago can feel so comfortable and have so much in common. I know not all writers are alike, but many of us are. We share the same passion: writing. Many of us share the same non-passion: housework. For Mary and I, we are also in the same stage of life with the same number of children who are almost the same age. We share the same beliefs and the same media interests. Mary's book comes out next year, and I can hardly wait to get my hands on it.
It made me grateful for the writing community and the way it brings people together. For writer's conferences and the friends I've made. For critique groups that help me grow and learn while getting to know other writers.
It's a nice world to be in!
3 comments:
Sounds like a fun weekend. Hey--I hear you're in a crit group with my good friend Taffy.
Yes, Julie, I am!
Oh I love Mary and her writing. Jen and I got to visit her and her children one day when they lived not far from us here in northern Virginia. It was lovely. SHE is lovely. I'm so glad you had a great time together.
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