You know who they are: the Girlz who tell you when your POV switches, who tell you (with love) when your writing sucks, who red ink your manuscript until the pages turn pink. They're the budz who cyberlob you dark chocolate and boxes o' wine when (yet another) rejection dings in the inbox. The Girlz are the first to scream YAY!!!!!!! when good fortune lands in your lap.
The Ya-Ya Sisterhood of the Writing World.
Today, MAGS the MAGNIFICENT tapped me with her royal scepter. She's a cool Sister indeed; quirky and fun and hard-working, yet always there with a shoulder to cry on. And she's a mighty fine writer, with two edgy novels under her belt. (She's seeking representation, btw, and you better grab her before she's gone-gone-gone...)
My turn to tap the next batch of Sisters...
You Girlz are blogless, but I induct you anyway: KIM and MARG; already inducted: TWIZZLE BABY. And if I could, I'd make you honorary Girlz: JOHN and STEVE.
Thank you SISTERS! For your enthusiasm, your guidance, your open hearts. You've made the journey worth infinitely more than the destination. Peace, Linda