I have a friend, too far away, a writer friend who is not writing, not for my eyes at least. No judgement, I have been there. She bopped onto my facebook chat tonight. She had a good reason to do so and I happily obliged her request. Then, I gave her grief for not bursting onto the comment sections of my feeble posts and forcing me forward. I goaded her into letting loose on me. She obliged on another stage, eviscerating my oh so choppy and disjointed intro. Faithful are the wounds.
I sure would like to be reading some of her light to my way material. Her encouraging endnote, she threw me that bone, was more poetic than anything I had labored over for hours.
You know what they say about bushels and all, my friend.
I love you.