What’s on my desk: books, three specific ones given to me by a friend and writing colleague. She is moving to another state and I will miss her dearly. Her insightful evaluations have helped me grow as a writer, poking and prodding me in directions I never thought possible.
Although we will keep in touch, it won’t be the same, I will miss a smile curling her lips when she hears something amusing, a line crossing her brow as she ponders her next analysis. We’ve joked about staying connected through Skype, but we probably won’t. So, as I stare at the books, I consider how valuable they are to me because of the topics and the giver’s sentiments: tangible reminders of a writer who ‘gets me’ in all my quirkiness.
Do you have a compadra/compadre, who ‘gets’ you and all of your weirdness? Who inspires and helps you aspire to a greater place? Someone who drives you beyond your boundaries and opens up a new view, assisting and insisting you can become more creative if you only push yourself a bit more; stretch this direction, or eliminate obstacles in your path?