Get By

Did lunch with my best friend, Bingo today. Known each other since we were 12. Yea--she'll tell you in a minute how many years that is. I usually decline. Chowed on tasty Chinese Cuisine. Settled in for a good long over due girl chat. Which may or may not be such a good thing.

Naw. It was all good. Our journey has been long, so being blunt is --well--part of us. She got on me about my writing. Like why am I not doing more of it? Why don't have more of it out there? And the you should be making money from it! Bingo said the last story she read was one of my best, even tho there any dead people, Jesus or cats in it. :)

OK--you can laugh. Even tho Bingo says my last story about Jesus moved her, it's OK to write something else, because He's OK with it. The dead people are my parents--and she says it's great I want to write about them, yet they really understand too. And cats? Bingo loves cats too, yet we can let cats cat nap awhile.

The last short story Bingo spoke of had a shape shifter in it. A woman morphed in a honey colored grizzly. Nobody died. Jesus didn't show up (well, as far as we know!) and no cat anywhere near. Bingo actually gave me the story idea from a movie we saw, so back in the 70's, which had a killer grizzly in it. We laughed alot at that movie--I digress.

So Bingo says: What is your problem? Why do you get so far and just stop? Why do you talk great stuff, tweak too much and still just stop? Then start up with something else but stop with that? Fear of Failure? Fear of Success? You have a gift, why aren't you using it? What is it?

I had no response, except to say she's right--- again. Then Bingo cuts to the quick even more-- friends DO that--the real ones anyway--says, "Why are you depriving others from your writing? You don't know who you've touched or who you may touch!"

Bingo gave me that look.

I get by with a little help from my friends.


I am blessed.