Someone named Anonymous whined about how unfair it was that they didn’t have the money to go to workshops or conferences while no talent hacks get all the breaks. If they just had money or looks or contacts or any of the myriad other things that they think spells success they could be a best-selling writer also.
I said a while back I wanted to introduce you to my friends I have linked to in the sidebar. Lisa Norman was the first one. Lynne is another one of them and you all have met her on the blog a few times.
Several years ago I stumbled across the Writers Forum. This is where I met many of the writers I still number in my circle of friends. Many of them have gone on to publishing acclaim. Others are still working on it.
One of the ladies I met there was Lynne Sears Williams. Lynne always makes me laugh. She has a sense of humor that just floors me. I laugh out loud and then wonder where she comes up with this stuff. They are mostly off the cuff comments, but her famous tin foil hat stories are classic.
We became very good friends and I loved her immediately. Everyone who had the pleasure of “meeting” her felt the same. Her comments are treasured, her advice valued and her talent envied. Vicki Pettersson echoed in her thanks what the rest of us feel.
Lynne created a world everyone drooled over when she posted snippets. Her hunky Welshmen, oh, yes. They were as sought after as Diana Gabaldon’s highlanders, I think.
She mixes together some men all the women wanted to get to know, a heroine with fire, sass, beauty, passion and lots of trouble and this fantastic world she drew us into so completely our hearts ached to know it. Then she shares how she creates this world with photographs and stories of myths and legends as well as captivating facts about life in these times.
I have often wished I could write like Diana Gabaldon or Beth Shope and yet it was Lynne who made me stop wishing and start looking at ways to make my worlds more real.
I tried to pick out some favorite snippets of hers to post here, but I did the same thing I always do when I start reading her stuff. I get started and I keep going until I run out and then flip back through it and read again. My only advice to you is to start at her first post on her blog and read forward. Don’t skip a one. They are an amazing and fun chronicle.
Then go to the links in this post and read some of her comments and comments about her. Lynne is one of those people whose opinion is valued highly and has greatly influenced many of us, including those who are now published.
This is the season of giving and yet, I sit here and selfishly contemplate the gifts I have received. Lynne is one of them. I value her friendship and her advice and been privileged to share in the world of Powys.
Let me tell you what else Lynne is aside from a dear friend and a very talented writer. She is the definition of grace and courage.
Several years ago she was diagnosed with a serious illness. She continued to appear on Books and Writers and she kept writing even though I’m sure she was going through hell. I think The Comrades is nearing completion now.
She doesn’t rant and rave about what is fair. She doesn’t complain about what others have and she doesn’t. She doesn’t ask for sympathy or special treatment.
She keeps writing.
And now you know why I have little sympathy for someone who can’t write because [fill in the blank here]. (Yes, you thought I forgot about what I started this post with.)
When I ask her in private what I can do to help her, the reply is always the same. “Just pray for me.”
And so I do. Lynne is in my prayers nightly. She is one of my greatest gifts and I am eternally grateful to have her for a friend and an example of grace and courage, not to mention oodles of talent and a more warped sense of humor than mine.
Love you, gal.
Merry Christmas to you and yours.