We writers are a strange bunch. I was just reading some of my favorite blogs while I was trying to figure out a few things with a scene I'm working on.
One of my favorite blogs is Miss Snark's. For anyone who doesn't know, Miss Snark is an anonymous literary agent who performs a great service (although she'd never admit it) to hapless writers everywhere. Anyway, tonight she had a link to the blog of a writer, Pat Wood, who regularly posts comments on Miss Snark's blog. Pat's post today is about getting the 2007 Putnam catalog and finding her book on the cover, and a two page spread inside. This is huge news for a writer.
I don't know Pat at all but when I read her post tonight, I was absolutely thrilled for her. I was almost as excited as when my friend Rebecca Drake, showed us the catalog featuring Don't Be Afraid. Every time an author I know--either personally or just through blogs--has a success, I'm happy for them.
I don't think this happens in any other profession. Like I said, we writers are strange. Maybe it's because we have to work so hard at what we do. Unlike so-called normal jobs, much of the time we work in solitude. It takes most of us years to accomplish even a modicum of success. Maybe that's why it's sweeter when one of us succeeds. All the writers I know are generous with what little time they have. They're willing to help other writers succeed. They don't look down on those who are just starting out. They don't forget that it wasn't that long ago they were in the same position.
I find it easy to cheer for my fellow writers. Every writer who succeeds makes it that much more possible for other writers to do the same. Unlike other jobs, there's room for all of us. We might be strange, but I wouldn't have it any other way.