Thursday’s Children 1/17/13

A weekly blog hop where writers come together to talk about whatever inspires them. Join us!

A weekly blog hop where writers come together to talk about whatever inspires them. Join us!


Trying to come up with a great story idea, trying to snag an agent, trying to get published, trying to gain a readership – none of these things is easy. Theoretically, and sometimes in reality, our efforts compete with those of other writers, who are sometimes our friends.  Despite all that, I’ve found more support, more generosity of spirit, more camaraderie than I ever expected, in the cyber world of writers. Twitter, Facebook, blogging, and writers’ forums have all yielded new friends. In some ways it’s a very small world.

This week I was deeply touched by another writer’s kind gesture.

I “met” Stacey Lee during PitchWars where she was a mentor and I was a contestant. While trying to figure out which mentor would be most likely to choose me, I stalked Stacey’s blog, and tweet-chatted with her about her mom (reminded me of my own mother, who though no longer in this world, remains a strong presence in my inner one). Ultimately I decided my ms wasn’t really what Stacey was looking for, but I still kept up a casual twitter friendship with her because I liked her. By the way, my ms wasn’t what any of the mentors I chose was looking for either. Contests were a very hit or miss thing for me…

A little over a week ago Stacey posted something on Twitter and said the first 5 replies would get a little surprise. It was all enticingly mysterious, so I jumped on it. She DM’d me and asked me for my mailing address. The suspense thickened. I eagerly awaited a bookmark related to her novel, or maybe an ARC.

Instead, she sent me this.


And a very sweet note, saying she’d stalked my blog (*flattered, blushes*) to see what sorts of things I enjoy. She noted that I like vintage jewelry. This little turtle comes from Nice, France-where she bought him nine years ago. She said he would remind me that “slow and steady wins the race”.

I’ve named him Rémy, which means “oarsman”.

Because a boat’s journey is accomplished stroke by stroke, just the way a novel is written. 

Please join the Thursday’s Children Blog Hop and tell us what inspires your writing!

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