It was a rainy, shut-in kind of day–the third in a row. Ordinarily, I don’t mind these days when I can cozy up by the fire, but after being a semi-recluse during the Covid year, I really felt caged in. I did a lot of pacing, eyed the wine rack (it was only ten in the morning), and considered tossing caution and heading out into the storm for a hike. But the wind was fierce and the trees were doing some very bendy tangos. I’d rather not have one of them crash on my head.
“Well, you could plant yourself in front of the computer and write something, you know.” The voice of the muse.
That was an option, but I was out of inspiration. That’s happened a lot this past year (see above re: semi-recluse and Covid) Then I received an image, and after a few wistful moments, taking in this picture, I followed my muse’s advice. I thought I’d share my writing prompt today in case anyone out there was in need of some cheerful nostalgia.
But now it’s time to rock the neurotic writing world! So shall we?
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February 3 question – Blogging is often more than just sharing stories. It’s often the start of special friendships and relationships. Have you made any friends through the blogosphere?
When I first started blogging I knew no one. I didn’t expect anyone to visit my site, and–surprise–nobody did, not at first anyway. But I plodded along, writing short, but daily posts and my publisher kept nudging me with hints about how important networking would be for me if I continued to write for publication. She sent me links to some “movers and shakers” in the community, so I visited them, and every once in a while someone would stumble on my posts and leave a comment.
I can’t remember when I could claim to have a network, but it was probably my second year and after my second book came out. By that time I’d had a few trials by fire, met writers with similar experiences, and learned how to write a decent post. What I find interesting is that some of my earliest connections are still with me and I can definitely call them friends.
We’ve exchanged manuscripts, comforting shoulders (virtually, of course), book successes, and setbacks. We’ve exchanged hints and featured each other on our blogs during book launches. Some have called to talk when they knew I was going through a rough patch. Others send me cards with good wishes on holidays. One sent me congratulations and a bouquet of flowers when I did a presentation at a major conference. I remember how special that made me feel.
I’ve said this many times, but this seems a good time to repeat it. I wouldn’t still be doing this if it weren’t for the friends I’ve made here in the blogosphere, and I value each of them for their talent, perseverance, and kindness.
Quote of the Month: “And she loved a little boy very, very much. Even more than she loved herself.” -Shel Silverstein