I got yelled at today for not posting. I know, I know, but I'm busy. Then I paused and thought about who yelled. Irene. And then I thought - slow down. Enjoy.
Irene and I went to High School together back when we used to do the lessons on cave walls. Well, maybe not that far back, but far enough. We lost touch for a while, but since we reconnected, I don't know how I managed without her.
We write together, critique together, plot together (both our books and what we intend to do to the next editor who rejects one) and just laugh. She loves pointing out my typos, of which there are many, and I enjoy laughing about it because I usually think the post is perfect. It usually isn't.
She is the cynical voice of my conscience at times and the encourager of my evil deeds at others. If we were superheroes, I would be happy to be her sidekick and fight evil and bad people alongside her.
But now Irene is fighting the battle of her life. I wear a pink ribbon for her and think of her every day. And once again, she niggled my conscience and said if I was going to blog, I should blog.
And you're right, as usual, Irene. So this one is about you. I love you to the moon and back. Don't you dare go any where!