It’s Friday and that means it’s time to write for five minutes, no editing, no backtracking, no overthinking. Lisa-Jo provides a prompt and in this community we write and then we encourage one another. So link it up, friends, and share the love.
This week’s prompt is….
I truly didn’t realize I was. Lonely, that is. I was clicking along, finding my groove, coordinating MOPS and blogging a bit about real life, and trying to find my place in this world where I was no longer a teacher and an income earner, but just a mom and a spender and a thrifter.
Then last fall I went to this conference over at a local college. It was for local writers and publishers and there were authors there with real, covered, bound books that they had written. They gave lectures and answered questions and suddenly I realized—
why I had never really fit in anywhere I was before.
I was lonely for people who spew words like others throw baseballs and I was alone where I was because I didn’t have anyone else who talked about story maps and character plots and writing like it was the next best thing to chocolate.
I realized I belonged best among those who get that crazy strand of thought that writers are introverts who write what others speak.
Then I found Allume and the #fmfparty on Twitter and so many friends who get it. Which makes me feel so much less like an outsider and so much more like an insider.
Thanks so much to all of you who shared this bit of honesty about pancakes and perfection among your own community. It means so much to me.