Linda posted about our recent lunch.
Lunch a second year in a row confirmed what I already knew–that Linda exudes a warm spirit that embraces others with real huggggs. She’s funny, quirky, overflowing with stories that are as colorful and eclectic as the fun clothes she wears.
All of which is to say that as far as I can tell she is the very same person who appears in the words and pictures of her blog, All these qualities endear her to me. I am honored to call her a friend.
I also appreciate her discretion. I told her things in confidence that did not appear on her post about our lunch.
That would be more than enough for me. But like some other sweet things, she comes with a frosting: she is for me an inspiration.
Linda and I are the same age, which I won’t reveal. Lets just say we are no spring chickens. We both took up writing late in life and have taught ourselves. We’re both eager to get better at it. And we both want to be read.
How Linda goes about writing and finding readers inspires me. She blogsevery day. She blogs in the morning and edits her book in the afternoon. All of this writing is practice.
It’s obvious from reading her for the last year and a half that that practice is paying off – her writing gets better and better. She loves to write and does it whenever she can, making no excuses.
She’s brave. She has ventured out from the (mostly) warm and friendly waters of Open Salon to explore other venues. She struggled for a year to establish a strong presence on the Zoomers site. She recently started writing for a venue run by a longtime professional who mercilessly edits her work. It was painful, but she did it so she could learn.
She lets criticism and rejection roll off her back.
Unlike many of our generation, she has been fearless in pursuing social media as a means for disseminating her writing. It too is paying off – she’s getting more and more readers.
And there’s much to fear in her pursuit: entanglement in arcane technologies, which waste the little time we have left at this late age. (She’s cracked the wizard’s code of HTML.) And the evil trolls who lurk at every corner of the net, waiting to savage our words and even our persons. Having met Linda, I would strongly advise them not to mess with her.
Linda doesn’t expect to make much money with her writing – it’s not why she does it. But I wouldn’t bet on that. Her work ethic, her persistence, her desire to become a better writer are qualities that have already taken her far. And I have no doubt, will take her farther.
One last thing. Linda seemed quite spooked by my description of the long hours my father worked as a writer, and the toll it took on him. I want to assure her, she has nothing to be afraid of, provided that: