There are times in this life when you feel like you’re doing the right thing. And yes, if you’re thinking, “Seriously?” even at the grand old speed limit of 55, I do wonder.
Last night, I got a message from a soldier, just out of Basic and on to his Army Initial Training, about a column I wrote in the Fort Stockton Pioneer a couple weeks back. His mama sent it to him. His message will be going in a frame on my wall. It moves me to tears every single time I read it–and that’s not as easy as you might think! I work with words, I manipulate them every single day. But a few simple, heartfelt words on his part make me fall apart every time I read them.
And, last night, my oldest friend–someone I’ve known since I was in middle school–told me what she thought of This Little Pig, my first novel. She grew up in the area where the book is set, knows the accents, the way the language is structured. Her comment on the book, and I quote: I COULD NOT PUT IT DOWN!!!GREAT AWESOME SPECTACULAR …. JOB!!!! The only reason I’m not naming her is because she also wrote a review on Amazon, and they will take them down if they think you solicited them, which I most emphatically did not.
That alone would have made my night, but then she went through her Facebook address book and proceeded to share my book image and link with every single one of the folks we went to school with, individually, and tell them how great it was. People like this come along so seldom, and if I could have gone to her house last night and hugged her, I would have.
Oh, to hell with Amazon. Kathy Whitaker Figueredo, thank you, from the bottom of my heart. You remind me that old friends, the ones who knew us first, remain the most valuable throughout our lives. Hopefully we can see each other at that 40th high school reunion if they hold one in 2017!
Holy crap, we’ve been out of high school for nearly 40 years. Okay, I refuse to let that bother me. Yet.
Last night reminded me that I write because it’s what I do and because it’s who I am, and it’s who I’ve always been.
Kathy knew that–and she’s known me since I was 14. She says she told me in English class I’d be writing a book someday.
Hey, Kathy! You were right.