Isn't Life Strange?

This morning I was thinking how important my writing buddies, Loree Burns and Eric Luper, are to me. Then I thought about how random it is that I know them at all.

I must first state I never intended to become a writer. It happened accidentally after the world, as I knew it, blew away, taking my identity with it. I started going for long walks in the woods, trying to figure out who I was. When I finally accepted I didn't know, the walks became meditative.

One day, a children's story appeared on the movie screen in my mind. I liked it so much, I wrote it down. Another story came along, then another. I decided to take a crack at getting published, only I didn't know how. A friend of a friend suggested I join SCBWI. So I did.

I met Loree and Eric through the SCBWI message board and, in 2003, we formed a critique group. Over the years, our relationship has evolved into a very special friendship. With their support, and a great deal of trial and error, I have completed two novels. At some point along the way I picked up a new identity, I'm a writer.

We met because each of us took specific steps at precise moments in time. Three little meteorites traveling through the vast universe collided and a friendship was formed. It's too random; I can't think about it anymore.