I’m officially an adult. One, I flew and rented a car all by myself for the first time and 2) I’ve somehow lost the ability to open a Capri Sun juice pouch.
They often tell you that writing is a solo sport. Most of the time it is just me locked away in a room typing away for hours, so I get that. But the journey of writing is impossible without the help of others.
This past weekend I attended the Storycrafters Retreat hosted by Susan May Warren with My Book Therapy. I learned more in two days under Susie’s guidance than all the conferences and classes I’ve attended put together. There were twelve other writers who I had time to become friends with and we all brainstormed our manuscripts together. More than that, I met and spent time being encouraged by one of my heroes, Susan May Warren. On Saturday night she had us get in our pajamas and we all sat with our laptops in a large room in the lodge with a roaring fire going. Pure bliss for a writer (did I mention the staff kept bringing us chocolate chip cookies hot from the oven?).
When I arrived home I was confused to discover that my husband had carried an old couch that we kept in a spare room into our living room. I didn’t question it, but it was odd. Then he called me into the spare room and I walk in there and he’s moved out all the items we had stored there, bought new furniture and set up a personal office for me. He told me that he did all that to let me know that he supports me in every step of the journey. Have I ever told you how much I love my husband? He’s an amazing man and I couldn’t pursue my dreams without his constant encouragement.
A solo sport? Not by half.