With a Little Help

Despite my prickly ways of late, I have received a tremendous amount of help with my <could use help with typing - .ed> writing for which I am extremely grateful.

One of the best things about this pursuit is how very generous so many friends can be with their time and energies.

Maybe it is tribal. It is certainly appreciated.

Some days, it makes me want to dance my way to work after reading something especially useful or receiving even the smallest possible iota of encouragement to "keep at it until finished ... draft upon draft if necessary."

I'm in this whole pursuit because I was infected with the virus way too long ago.  I cannot describe why I want to write but to say I feel an irresistible compulsion.

Publishing? Well. Not really the reason I'm churning the butter here but for the desire to do things well, be professional, and obtain the recognition that the sum of my efforts have risen to the level at which the work can be sold. It's a mark of accomplishment and I am motivated by shiny objects, and checks.

I'd be lost without my writer friends. Lost.

Thank you all.

Oh - Hemingway manuscript at left. We all have these. Anything is possible.