It’s nice to be reminded every so often that we are not alone as writers, that others are going through what we’re going through. I suppose that’s true with everything, really, but often we are loathe to admit it in certain aspects of our lives.
I had lunch with Jade Park yesterday, and was reminded of these things. I am not in the habit of meeting people I know from the Internet. I know a lot of people who’ve met husbands and girlfriends and other friends this way but I have never gotten to know someone online and then met them in person, until now. In any case, Jade put me at ease. And I was reminded that I have been living — aside from this blog — a pretty isolated life, writing-wise. I had almost forgotten what it was like to sit and talk with someone else who’d been in MFA workshops, and who has had similar experiences with literary events and publishing. We are in similar stages of our writing lives, as well as in the rest of our lives. It was great to talk about these topics again, with someone who could relate.
Also, she insisted that we share the chicken bun at the Vietnamese restaurant where we met, and I have no regrets about that at all. In fact, I might have to go out of my way on my lunch hour to have one of those chicken buns again, very soon. Yum.