I enjoy “talking shop,” and I like helping others, so it figures that when a writer, or a friend of a writer, asks me to help that writer with some aspect of his or her career, I’m delighted to oblige. I’ve met a few good friends that way. (Hi, Tricia. Hi, Shirl.) And Tuesday I think I made a new friend. (Hi, Steve, if you’re reading this.)
Steve and I have a lot in common. So do Steve and my S.O., though they haven’t met each other yet. They will Sunday, when I’ve invited Steve and his S.O. to come to dinner here with my S.O. and me.
The conversation Tuesday involved my giving Steve helpful hints and tips about writing and getting published. Not only did I thoroughly enjoy the convo, but if I’ve made a new friend (as well as a new client), that’s great.
And he’s a new client for Roundtable, too. They’re going to be publishing his first book.
But the convo extended beyond merely helpful hints and tips. We talked about what he and my S.O. have in common. We talked about his S.O. We talked about his next book. We talked about my church. We connected.
It started with my trying to be helpful. It ended with my making a new friend. What goes around comes around. You try to help a fellow writer and wind up making a new friend.
Isn’t the world grand?