There's no one here.
I hardly know what to do with myself.
I should write. I should blog. I should surf. I should probably vacuum, too, but that's not going to happen.
It's like stolen time and I want to make the very, very most of it. So I'm spending it talking to you, my friends.
Because each one of you is precious to me. This odd little community where we talk and hug and laugh from thousands of miles away means so much. If or when we ever meet in person, I imagine it'll be like coffee with old friends. (Oh all right. Tea, if you must. See? I even know which of you prefers tea to coffee.) Just chatting. Laughing. Screaming and moaning about character or narrative or query letters or rejections. Writer talk. People talk.
But until that day, I come to my blog and I talk with my fingers. Even the times when I can't talk, when too much is happening for me to be able to sit down with y'all, it's ok. I know, like really good friends, that you're still here. That we can pick up where we left off. Even when one of us has to spend a little time away unintentionally, that's ok, too. We'll keep a fresh pot ready for you.
Know what you mean. It's a life line of sorts.
I do not know what I would do without my online friends.
And scarily, when I don't correspond with them, I get more upset than when I don't talk to my RL friends.
I feel the same way.
Eva, online friends understand the Cave. RL friends don't.
Bernita, it is definitely a life line. It makes this solitary work more bearable.
I had a chance to meet blog friends for the first time this summer, and will again in a few weeks.
Everyone was pretty much as I expected them to be, and it was very easy to chat and hang out - I felt right at home with them.
Great post, Sela!
Sela, that was very sweet, very well spoken.
Nice post. But my quesion is: Why the hell are you out of bed? Go take a nap!
Sandra, that's how I felt at RWA! Once I put the right names to faces, it was like walking into a party where I actually KNEW everyone for a change!
Thanks, Jaye and Raine. I hope I can meet y'all someday!
JayeW, would that I could! Yesterday I got to chaperone the 4th grade field trip to an outdoor museum. Did anyone tell me it was outdoors? No. Did I wear heels? Yes. But thank goodness I listened to the inner voice that told me not to wear spikes.
Thanks Nell. Feeling better?