ROW 80 is a friendly group that’s there to help writers focus on their writing goals. Each writer decides what they would like to accomplish in the next 80 days. We check in on Sundays and Wednesdays with their “linky tool” and are welcome to adjust our goals as we need to. If you’re late getting started, that’s OK. Round 1 lasts from January 2, 2012 through March 22, 2012.
This week has been more about reading than writing, though I did get some of my own words written as well. I planned on working on Chapter Twenty this week, but I had a thought while I was driving home from work, and I ended up working on that chapter instead. I don’t even have a number for this chapter. I know it will go into the second book, somewhere near the beginning. I suppose this yet another side affect of pulling apart a book and turning it into two. I’m going to have some ramifications that will pop up in the next book, based on events that occurred in Chapter Nineteen, but that’s life. I feel like I’m doing writing algebra…yet again! If this happens, plus that, what’s the square root of X? Three? I don’t know! I’m thinking. I’m plotting. I’m planning. Yada, yada, yada!!!
I had some fun playing editor this past week. One of my friends/coworkers has recently gone back to school and asked if I would help proof her papers. I’m NO expert, not by a long shot, but I think I did OK. She got an A. I’m so happy for her! She deserved it. She’s an AMAZING woman. She speaks three different languages, English being the most recent. I couldn’t imagine being in her shoes. I think it takes a lot of courage to do what she’s doing, to go back to college after all of these years, in a different country than she was born in, speaking and writing in a different language. I don’t think I could do what she’s done. She’s such an inspiration to me.
I feel blessed everyday by the AMAZING people who’ve wandered into my life. Actually, I’ve been blessed to overflowing in the friendships and family departments. I’m a people watcher by nature and every new friendship has been a learning experience. Recently, I had something pop up that I wasn’t sure how to handle. It wasn’t about me, but it concerned someone I care about. I asked handful of my diverse group of friends what they would do. I was shocked by the show of solidarity, especially from my female friends. As far as they were concerned, any friend of mine is a friend of theirs, and heaven help the person who upsets me! I was stunned. It’s good to be loved and feel that kind of support. I’m not sure if all of their advice was appropriate for the situation, but it’s nice to have so many different points of view, to help keep things in prospective.
In the past, I’ve had to work a LOT harder at my friendships with women than with men. I’ve had some bad experiences with women in the past, a LOT of cattiness. I don’t tolerate that kind of negative behavior. A couple of years ago, I went through some changes at work, and ended up working in a town on the outskirts of Detroit. I wasn’t sure if I would like it there or not, but it was the women in the group who made me feel the most welcome. I’ve never met a group of women as loyal and protective as these lovely ladies of Detroit and her surrounding suburbs. I’ve learned so much about friendships and trustworthiness in the past few years, thanks to these women. They’ve helped me so much. I’ve done a lot of healing, emotionally, thanks to them. Maybe it’s a cultural thing, I’m not sure. There’s a LOT of different cultures in this area. If you only considered what’s on the outside, I’d often be looked at as a minority at my workplace. Lucky for me I need glasses! 😉 Different is beautiful. Family doesn’t have ANYTHING to do with genetics.
Someday, I’d like to write a book that revolves around Detroit and the type of women I’ve been fortunate enough to meet. I’m just not sure if I have the skills to do it justice…yet. I have the idea plotted out in my head, but I think this story is too near to me to write at this time. When I’m ready, I’ll write it. I keep it in the back of my mind. I think Detroit has a bad reputation, some of it is deserved, but most of it is not. I may be a white girl from the sticks, but the people of Detroit and her surrounding cities have been good to me. Someday, I hope I can write a story that’s true to the area, without all the negative clichés I keep encountering. We’ll see what happens.
Have a great day and happy writing!