What is surprising is how many of my friends from the past are also writing books. I blogged about reconnecting with Peggy last November. I hadn't had any contact with her since sixth grade, and it was amazing how many things we still have in common. Our lives revolve around our families and our jobs; in our free time, we are both working on novels. She beads, too.
After graduating from high school, Julee and I kept in touch only sporadically, exchanging a few letters and Christmas cards. Now that we are friends on Facebook, that has all changed; we communicate almost daily. Turns out she has been a long-time member of Romance Writers of America and active in her local writer's group and is also writing a series of books. She blogs, too. And does needlework.
Julee in high school.
The thing is, none of us ever talked about writing back in the day. Peggy and I swapped Barbie doll clothes, rode bicycles, roller skated, played four-square, and sold handmade potholders in our suburban St. Louis neighborhood. Julee and I shared a love of reading, commiserated about boys, saw David Cassidy at the DuQuoin State Fair and Kiss/Rush at Roberts Stadium in Evansille, and ate French fries with lots of ketchup at the local cafe after school. She came to my wedding. But I guess it makes sense that the things that brought us together as kids made us who we are today. And today we are all writers.
There are people say they want to write a book and never will. There are people who start to write a book and never finish. But Peggy and Julee and I? We finish what we start. And we are all on the road to publication.
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I added 1,222 words to my novel revision today, for a total of 1,974 words. That puts me way behind where I should be based on my original #ROW80 goal; regardless, I am upping the ante and committing to 10,000 words per week from here forward. I know that seems counterintuitive, but it is the right thing for me to do!