Writing friends are kindred spirits who understand you in ways the rest of the world doesn’t. Today’s story is about my Texan buddy, Marsha.
The Back Story
I met Marsha R. West two years ago, when she started following my crazy stories about getting lost in Florence Italy. Soon after, I started following her blog. Both retired educators, grandmothers and women who believe in happy endings, we spend our days crafting Romantic Suspense stories. Although we live at least a thousand miles away from each another, we have a lot in common.
Marsha has published two books with MIU, Vermont Escape and Truth be Told. Below is a picture of a booklet she uses for promotion. I love the way it features both of her covers and has the lighthouse, which in my mind represents Marsha, on the side.
I’m “pre-published” as we RWA gals like to say, and Marsha cheers me on every step of the way.
Our friendship is remarkable: strong, deep and enigmatic. We follow each other’s lives and careers on Twitter, Facebook and our blogs. Marsha is a loyal and kind friend; a wise woman who sees “the good” in people and situations. I’ value her ideas and opinions.
When Marsha found out I was heading to the 2014 RWA Nationals in San Antonio, she decided to meet me. She said she couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see me in person. She and her dh drove five hours to meet PJ and me. We had a wonderful evening together chatting over iced tea, and Tex Mex on the River walk. Getting together in person made our relationship even stronger. It was the highlight of my trip.
As luck would have it, the pictures of the two of us together didn’t turn out. We were so tired from our horrific flight (another story) we didn’t realize it.
I figure it’s the universe’s way of saying, “You two need to visit again.”
Click here to read Marsha’s story about our visit.