As you know, I like to add my friends to the blog whenever possible. Because, well, quite frankly, I adore the friends I have, even the ones who are long distance acquaintances that I barely know. I meet so many people from far flung corners, but some people you meet and you just know they would be your new BFF if only they didn’t live so darn far away.
And the romance genre is filled with these kind and generous women. I’ve been stewing this morning about all the things I need to get done before I venture off to Maryland next week–finalizing my speech, rounding out the workshops I’ll be giving, a big booksigning, coming up with what to pack, finishing the draft of my book, boring business stuff that sucks my time and energy. But mostly finishing the draft of my book–which is nearly there but dragging its heels. Okay, the author is dragging her heels, and I have just been grumpy and cranky about all of it.
Then out of the blue I got the kindest, most generous email from Pamela Palmer offering her welcome to WRW retreat I am attending and asking if there is anything I wanted to know about it. I barely know Pamela, but she just pegged out on the potential BFF scale. And then I remember the beautiful week I just spent with Jane Porter and her beautiful family in Hawaii. What was the first thing we did? Book swapped good reads! (A Georgette Heyer for a Caroline Linden.)
But it was a terrific week, now filled with happy memories of the boys playing on the beach together, the big dinner we had on the patio for Matthew’s birthday, Jane’s generosity and gorgeous smile–even when she was coming off a hellish deadline. The rainbow we spotted over the distance mountains as we all sat down on the beach and listened to the wedding music from the party next door.
Thank you to all my friends who make my life richer and more meaningful. And thank you to all who read my books and are friends in that love of adventure and reading. You take away my grumpies.