A Few Good Writers

The last month and a half have been very hard for me. A sea of troubles culminated in an actual flood. Our house was an island, but we managed to keep the water out of the house with sandbags and vigilance.
I was feeling pretty low last Tuesday when I bagged my regular activity to go to a book signing at a local library. I have known this author for years and try to go every time she speaks near my home.
I walked in the door as she was greeting people and talking with the library people who were going to introduce her. As soon as she saw me she crossed the room and hugged me. Neither of us are the touchy-feely kind of people but that hug was just what I needed.
Writers are solitary people. One has to be to sit at a desk for hours pulling stories out of one’s head. But she is not the only member of the writing community to make me feel cared for. Three plants on my kitchen windowsill attest to the caring of my online writer friends. I am still getting cards from far away writers who are just finding out about the death of my husband.
I have found writers to be enormously giving, friendly, and supportive.