What does $3 tea, a rotten egg salad sandwich, and a leather chair have in common?
Why, us, of course!
Mal, Cece, and I met at a writing conference. I sat by M (who was in the leather chair) drinking my $2 tea, and we met C later, at a breakfast table–she’d gotten up to toss out an egg salad sandwich that had gone bad (real bad. It was wearing a studded leather jacket and refusing to take its vitamens).
Once the rotten sandwich had hit the road, our friendship hit overdrive (and let this be a warning to all. Bad food can divide a friendship. Always make sure your meals are adhering to their curfews and not listening to rock and roll music…ESPECIALLY rock and roll–it teaches a doctrine of easy sexuality and relaxed morality and is an enterprise fraught with peril*).
We’re all over the world—two of us are in Canada, the other is in a world of her own (otherwise known as Seattle), but there’s a dream that unites us across the great land distances and time zones.
A world where chocolate is free for all women.
Oh.
Whoops.
That’s another dream that unites us.
The first dream that unites us is to be published and one day make a career out of our passion.
I’m a kids’ author, Mal is adult fantasy (ooohh, on SO MANY levels, she’s adult fantasy), and Cece is all about the romance (you should have seen the wooing we had to do just to get her to let us into the blog).
Our writing background is varied—some of us are previously published in other genres, have worked as professional editors, live our lives surrounded by books and research—and our diversity is what cements us (well, that and the unfortunate incidence with thermal apoxy).
Join us in our adventures as we bitch—er, blog—about life, writing, and the perils of being a “free chocolate for all women,” pioneers.
*Credit to John Lithgow’s character Shaw Moore in Footloose
PS — In the photo, I’m the one with the pointed tail…I want to say it’s because it was a windy day, I was wearing a sarong and it’s how the breeze flipped the ties…but let’s face it, a more perfect picture of my inner nature, I don’t think you’ll find…makes me wonder about the whole “pictures take your soul” theory…