Monday, October 28, 2013
I just returned home from a lunch meeting with a writer friend who has finished a young adult novel and is looking for a publisher. It is the story of a 16 year old who is dying of cancer. We talked about life and writing and accept that most people who know us think we are wasting our time. We smiled at each other and laughed as we acknowledged that we make excuses for not attending the endless list of lunch fund raisers and charity luncheons; instead we select three good causes we support and send in a check. That leaves us with plenty of time to struggle over our manuscripts, grow our gardens, take good care of ourselves and at the same time think about the next stage of our writing. We accept that we don’t fit in the women’s social groups. We have little to add to the conversation and no one knows what to say when they ask us why we spend so much time alone writing something that few will read and we answer: because we can.