I met Sue at the YMCA a few years ago. It was about time! We had previously lived in two other places at the same time going through identical life experiences without bumping into each other. We’re the exception to the small town rule about everyone knows everything about everyone.
Sue and I finish each other’s sentences and “read” each other’s thoughts. That’s not too unusual for close friends except those connections were instantaneous. Sue calls me on the phone at the exact moment I’m calling her or vice versa.
The adventures we share are sometimes bizarre but always fun. Who doesn’t want a bird flying inside their car, a waitress sitting in their booth while they eat, or a movie projector exploding five minutes before the film ends?
Many of my writer friends say their non-writer friends don’t understand what it’s like to be a writer. Sue isn’t a writer, but she understands and supports my writing life. Without my asking, Sue brings groceries, mails packages, and anything else I need when I have a deadline. She doesn’t get angry if days or weeks go by without one of our adventures.
I know how fortunate I am to have Sue in my life. That’s why she’s my Writer Fairy every day. Sue, thanks for being you and for being my friend!