I’m so happy to be a part of our local writing community here on the Central Coast. And once again, this group of writers proved themselves to be the coolest people ever.
Yesterday, Jay, Eve and I went to the SCBWI Writer’s Day in Thousand Oaks. Jay was showered with hugs and kisses from everyone in our region who had heard the good news. And Eve and me? Well, we were showered, too! (Minus a few kisses from the gals.) They knew that Jay’s success was just as special to Eve and me, and that it was special to our whole group of writers. (And writers everywhere for that matter!)
Once we wiped all the lipstick from Jay’s forehead, we were actually able to sit down and concentrate on the speakers. (If you ignore the five minutes that Eve and I came down with an attack of the giggles and we hid our heads in our hands until we could act like the adults we are…or may become someday.)
The editors were great, the authors were great (go GREG TRINE!) and JODY FICKES SHAPIRO—oh my god, if you’ve never heard her speak, you’re life is not complete.
Our regional advisor, ALEXIS O'NEILL, predicted at the beginning that everyone in the room would go away with one new insight into their writing. For me, I realized that my writing cannot be done in a vacuum. I need all of these people to make it happen.
Just to make this lovely day even lovelier, we celebrated with sushi and dear friends. Except I must apologize to Jay for forcing him to take his first sip of sake. (I hope your esophagus is healing nicely!)
During dinner, our friend TINA NICHOLS COURY (who is working on her first picture book with a fabulous editor at Dutton!) reinforced my new insight by saying, “In what other profession could you find such a huge support from people who genuinely care that you succeed!?” I agree! Cheers, Tina! (And don’t I owe you some money?)
On the ride home, Jay, Eve and I decided we would NOT talk about writing. We would just focus on politics and religion and the poor state of health care in our country. I wish I could say that lasted 5 minutes, but it didn’t. We were talking about how much we love this group of writers within 60 seconds.
Cheers, everyone!
--Robin
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Seriously, there is no way that was sake. Lighter fluid, probably. Rubbing alcohol, maybe. That was the nastiest stuff I've ever put in my mouth. And I'm glad you had so much fun laughing at the contorted faces the stuff gave me.
But I love ya anyway!
- Jay
Ooooo, I LIKE being named Anonymous. I could make it Anonymous Priest, just to set some spines tingling. Never use your own name, it's so, um, USUAL.
What was I doing here?
Yes! I was agreeing completely with the love and general fuzziness that comes with Writer's Day, friendship, and one or two very tiny cups of sake. Or three. Okay, or four. But not more than seven.
It was indeed fantastic to sit and toast wonderful news and just plain being us.
Which is worth more than the sake.
Love you guys!
~Thalia
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