I’ve talked a lot about the writing community on these pages. I value my friends in writing, my RWA chapter mates, and all the wonderful people I’ve met at conferences and across the internet, yet it always amazes me how much power there is in a small support group and a cup (or three) of coffee.
Sometimes we forget the power behind having someone to talk to. I think, especially when we are the ear doing the listening, we can forget just how helpful to be. It is only when climb our own protective walls and spill some of the fears and some of our pain do we realize how freeing it can be to say the words.
To express our fears.
To take away their power.
So this post, and the cup of coffee to the right, is for some of my best friends I have.