Tuesday, March 08, 2011
Today is my editor's 40th birthday. She's the cute one 2nd on the right. :) Happy birthday, Ames! She's edited me for nine years now and my writing has grown so much thanks to her.
But even more than being the best editor in the business, she's a dear friend, more like a daughter. When I think of my kids, she's one of them. It's funny how relationship builds and grows, isn't it? At first I was terrified of her even though she was so young. I'd heard her name mentioned with great awe and respect for several years, and now here I was as one of her authors. It took a while for me to begin to allow myself to even think of her as a real person and not this hallowed icon of the industry. LOL
She is incredibly insightful when she's editing, but also just as a person. She thinks through things so deeply. She has a lot of wisdom too, for one so young. I love her children like they are my own grandkids too. And thinking about Ami got me to wondering about relationships in general. Our own families are incredibly important. I know I can call my parents or my Aunt Edith or my Uncle Ron and they would help me with anything in a heartbeat. But isn't it amazing when friends can become as close as family? My girls here are like the sisters I never had.
So who in your life has shown God's love in such a way that they are "closer than a brother" now? How did it happen?
Labels: Ami McConnell, friendship
Colleen Coble
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Thursday, January 27, 2011
I've had some strange requests from people who want to be my friend on Facebook, but Pugsly Puggles takes the cake--or should I say bone? I posted this on Facebook but I'm so amazed by it, I decided to post it here as well.
It's true. I've been asked to be a friend to a dog. I love dogs. I do. I have one (and yes, in this picture she is in dire need of grooming--which she has since received, just so you know). But it just surprises me that Pugsly can type. Not only that, but Pugsly Puggles wants to be my friend. MY friend. I'm kind of scared to ask, but what does that mean about me if my friends are dogs? Just wondering out loud here.
Anyway, thought I would share. It's not every day one gets singled out on Facebook by a dog. I don't know whether to rollover and play dead--or gnaw on a juicy bone.
What do you think?
Labels: dogs, Facebook, friendship, relationships
Diann Hunt
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Thursday, February 11, 2010
Sorry we've been so quiet this week. Di had her surgery yesterday and we were all on pins and needles as we waited. I've never had a group of friends that I felt so in tune with -- and I know that Di's surgery really put us all "down" as we went through it with her emotionally. I know we all wished we could take on the pain too. Emotionally, we did just that and it's taken a toll on creativity. (Small price to pay!)
We are all feeling relieved that the surgery is over, that her doctor thinks she got everything, and that chemo will take care of anything that THINKS it's going to grow again. Me, being the vain one, I'm hoping that she got a taut tummy out of all this, Connection/Fellowship/walking with one another through valleys and on mountaintops, it's why God puts us here, I suppose. I mean, yes, we've seen the bestseller lists together, and that's a good thing. But it's knowing your friends are there if you get fired, if you get cancer, if you have pain of any sort, that makes the difference in life.
Real friendships come from NOT hitting the bestsellers' list. From getting one more rejection more than you can handle. From one more Google alert that says, "You SUCK as a writer!" So if you think our friendship is based on success, I'm here to tell you, it's based on years and years and years of testing and failure.
Labels: fellowship, friendship, novelists, testing, valleys, writing
Today is my editor's 40th birthday. She's the cute one 2nd on the right. :) Happy birthday, Ames! She's edited me for nine years now and my writing has grown so much thanks to her. 
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