I love writing and I love pie. Given a choice between the two, I’m going for a third option:
My book friends.
Today, at the Louisville Author Event, my friend Cindy Calloway’s husband was kind enough to bake a pie, which Cindy brought me. Pecan. Home made. (delicious, by the way)
Background: Three years ago at my first signing, in Knoxville, TN, Cindy was a volunteer. She was fun, professional, passionate about books, and has turned into a wonderful friend.
Cindy and my other book friends are the reason I write. They’re readers, fans, friends, and allies. They show up. They support writers. They READ, a lot. They’re the best thing to ever happen to someone who decided to write a book at the age of 43, fell in love with writing, and sees no end in sight.
Without further ado, a few names of friends who were here today, and other days. I’ll update again and again as I naturally remember more people, but this is just a start.
Cindy
Lorie
Christine
Mary
James
Kenneth
Jen
Nova
Wren
Tasha
Kelly
Melissa
Nancy
Brad
Tim
Karen
Lile
Amy
Patricia
Grace
Tracy
Jonny
Kayte
Katy
Katie
Kelly
Cat
Net
Rebecca
Jim
Dan
Ronnie
Jo
That’s a representation of this week. I have an embarrassment of riches in friends, and I am incredibly thankful.
Cheers,
Terry