A good writing buddy phoned me this week to discuss the good fortune of another writer we know who just signed a rather nice deal. (Congrats again Karen Duvall) Now Karen’s good fortune is not due to luck; the woman worked hard for it. She is a graphic designer who designed her own covers, she is tireless in critique and in sending her stuff out to agents and editors and she writes. No excuses. She just does.
All of which, I and my writer buddy have observed first hand as we have not only shared a writing group with her, but we were also all in critique together. So we were happy for Karen and yet…just a little green with envy. Being the honest sort, we know too, where we don’t measure up. Since we have not yet observed Karen wearing a superhero cape (though she might possibly reserve that for private moments–neither one of us is ruling that one out) we resolved yet again to get on the stick.
Being the writing buddies we are, this means we are going to be meaner in critique. Writing buddies do that. They promise to kill each other off (in literature of course) if the other skips another writing/critique session. They hold the other’s foot to the fire, (figuratively naturally) if the other has not done the promised promo, or submission. They take no prisoners.
Sigh, So much for taking a three day holiday. Labor day indeed.