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Getaclewis

I'm a ghostwriter and book editor - there are a lot of amazing and inspirational stories that deserve and need to be told... so I help shape and polish the writing first!

I'm a mom of two teenagers and the wife of an amazing man and, at heart, a loner who doesn't like to be alone. Some days, I want to jump on the bed and laugh joyously and, other times, I can barely suppress the temptation to crawl under the bed and hide from the world. Bi-polar? Nope... just a girl!...

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AMY COME BACK!

Friendship intrigues me.

One moment you’re waltzing along in your own life, living it as it is – often either flush with entertainment, merriment and social splendor or going the hermit route, doing your best to wash dishes (or hair) in the same week as you throw away the old newspapers that gather unsolicited in your driveway.

(Why is it that we typically live Feast or Famine, overwhelmed or yearning for more?)

And then you meet Someone New.

Not that flush-with-romantic-possibilities kind of Someone, bur rather a “Hey, I Just Communicated With Someone For More Than Five Minutes And It Was Painless and OMG I Even Want MORE” Someone.

It’s a bit like that on here.

When you become a skirt!setter, you enter the daily lives of not just the precious souls who choose to read, but also those who write alongside of you, tapping their worlds for that Interesting Something that can be shared for insight, amusement or sometimes (I Confess) Just to Fill A Page/Satisfy A Deadline.

We “get” each other.

The world of “wanna write” and “need to write” and “GOT to write” have merged for us and craving and yearning and soulful longing and hunger are somehow best satisfied at the keyboard and no longer just in bed.

Oh sure, we can still get our groove on having Tangling Limbs fun with the One We Most Cherish, but the satisfaction felt after crafting what we were core sensing is a unique and deeply resonating thrill all its own.

A few months ago, when I first joined these pages, I met Someone whose words flushed me with awareness, stirred up my Wish I Could Write Like THAT, reminded me why I Love To Write From That Place Most Leave In The Dark.

These days, thanks to her, I don’t see the simplest things as simple, anymore.

A brother is no longer just a brother – always there to be loved or neglected, depending upon my state of mind. An oleander is a scent to be sought, in a heady, spiritual, destination kinda way. Shoes are to be noticed, admired, desired, savored and never, ever to be worn for mere function. MuShu is not just a Chinese takeout offering. Law firms are prisons. Money, too, is a prison when used to grease moments of escape. Husbands are clear evidence of grace. Medication is not enough to marry merry to the mind and soul. Busy is a barrier that, at times, is best accepted until it, too, passes.

There’s more.

Now, there’s the awareness that Friendship cannot be measured by amount of time spent together, years of background shared, foods favored, shoes savored, mutual politics (who would want cookie-cutter friends, anyhoo?!?) or geographic prox. It can’t even demand availability or consistency or reassurance that All Is Well.

Friendship simply Is and, at all times, it is exactly enough.

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