My writer friends. They make me laugh. They inspire me. They meet me to write and keep me accountable. We can create alone but we can’t make it alone. Writing. It IS a spectator sport! And my husband. He gives me as much time as I need to go off and write. How would I ever finish this new novel without him?
My son. This summer is a mellow one with him. He’s in his “I love mommy” stage and it’s the most wonderful joy. He fills up my deepest well that I never knew was so empty. And my book. My characters. They live deep inside me and fulfill me. I am blessed to have found what I want to be when I grow up and am living it every day as a mom and a writer.
ThrillerFest! Off to NYC this week to hang with some great authors and new authors. Get to present my book at the conference as an ITW Debut Author. Nervous but hope to make lots of new friends!
This week it’s physical pain. The psioriatic arthritis in my hands is bad. They feel like gnarly, twisted sticks that can’t do their job. I take black cherry pills to ward it off but have been lax in doing so. So my bad! But with every ache typing and every problem holding things, I know that it is a minor inconvenience in my life compared to others who suffer greatly.
Share with me: What are your people, passion, places, and pain this week? I hope it’s filled with more passion and less pain!