Friends in High Places

I think I’ve written here before about the writing group I belong to, which is a group of women, all with children, all writers in different genres.  The group is actually an email list, and today we had a little explosion of messages flying back and forth after a period of dormancy

I value these writer friends so much, but sometimes it’s difficult not to feel inadequate around them.  One of them has written a book you’ve probably heard of in the past year– it’s been on the NYT bestseller list and she’s very busy with a bunch of connected projects right now. Some others have published books, are looking for agents, or have completed dissertations, and I’ve done none of those things.  It’s hard sometimes to remind myself that I’m not focused on those particular goals– they are almost surely in my future, but are not in my daily life, for now.  I’m on my journey, and they have been wonderful companions– I just need to keep my eyes on the trail ahead of me, and remember how far I’ve come.