The other day, my husband and I were standing in a bookstore. This is not an unusual situation. Despite any issues I may have with my current residence, I'm pleased with the fact that my grocery store and the bookstore are literally next door to one another. So. There we were, picking up some milk and two seconds later, we found ourselves in the bookstore.
Husband (pointing to a book's cover): Wait. Don't you know that person? I didn't know they were published. You talk to her on twitter.
Me: Yeah, she's pretty awesome!
Him (pointing to another): That one lives here in San Diego, huh?
Me: You've met her. Twice. And her editor is the one I ran into at that one conference, remember?
Him: So...does everyone get together for some big party online? Is that what you're doing on the computer? Just having one big party?
Me (thinking for a moment): Yes. Some writing. But mostly parties.
As frustrating as certain parts of writing can be (making the introvert share, the waiting, the endless revising) in the end, it's an incredibly fun job. And the writing community that can be found through blogs, twitter, Facebook and now Google plus (help, I've overnetworked and I can't disconnect!)...ahem, this amazing community is so supportive and helpful and...well, it's JUST PLAIN AWESOME. There's contests and auctions, endless cheering and instruction. Got a question/problem/idea? Put it out there and someone will answer/fix it/LOVE IT.
Whoever we are---a reader a writer, a reviewer, an illustrator or NYT Bestseller---we are all at the SAME PARTY. And at that awesome party, we're all working together to make books. Books, people! Who could resist such a thing?
This is for my husband, who thinks this is the reason I'm always making cookies (and, subsequently, going on a lot of milk runs):
And everyone I missed? They're in the kitchen. Still partying, partying YEAH.