Some time ago, I had just put down an amazing novel about a young woman raised by "royal" wolves. Oh it was great. Instantly became a favorite of those I'd read so far. I began following the author, reading more of her work as I found it. When I went to her website, it was clear she had the same passion for wolves that I did. So on a whim I decided to share that fact, as well as my feedback on the novel.
Ten years later, Jane Lindskold and I remain strong friends.
I can't believe I only just realized that it has been ten years. In many ways it's her fault I'm still plugging along. More than a friendship, she's become a mentor I look up to. A comrade who's always been there to help me dust myself off when I'm down. She's never been afraid to say the truth, but she delivers it kindly, so I can hear it better. She even slapped me across the head once... er... figuratively speaking, without it really being harmful.
Still, it's interesting to me how such a strong bond was formed from something so... I guess the best word is innocent. It was just a fan letter. From a young teenager no less. To think it stood out enough for the correspondence to continue, then develop into something so precious. Yet all I did was share my thoughts on her book. That and our shared love of wolves.
And before you think it, the first pages of Luna, the Lone Wolf were written long before I ever heard her name. Though she did give advice on how to think that helped make it better.
It's curious how so much can be started so easily. Makes me wonder how many such opportunities I missed. The person sitting next to me on a bus, or train, or standing next to me while waiting for my fast-food burger. It's always the simple acts that get things rolling. You say hello, or compliment someone on their clothes, and suddenly you're off and talking. At least two of my friends I met because I made a comment on the NFL team whose hat they were wearing.
I feel like I've wandered a bit here. Then again, in a way that's the point. Random movements that put us in the path of those we would soon call the closest of friends. Does make you think, doesn't it? Not only about the chance meetings yet to come, but also the same warm, fuzzy feelings I've got now. Good thoughts of how the relationships I hold most dear started.
So how did they start? Did you forge a bond over something trivial, or unimportant? Maybe all you did was say hello in line. Maybe, that's how you met your spouse! Think on it, and share if you don't mind. Be rather neat to hear other tales of little nothings that turned into big somethings.
Ten years later, Jane Lindskold and I remain strong friends.
I can't believe I only just realized that it has been ten years. In many ways it's her fault I'm still plugging along. More than a friendship, she's become a mentor I look up to. A comrade who's always been there to help me dust myself off when I'm down. She's never been afraid to say the truth, but she delivers it kindly, so I can hear it better. She even slapped me across the head once... er... figuratively speaking, without it really being harmful.
Still, it's interesting to me how such a strong bond was formed from something so... I guess the best word is innocent. It was just a fan letter. From a young teenager no less. To think it stood out enough for the correspondence to continue, then develop into something so precious. Yet all I did was share my thoughts on her book. That and our shared love of wolves.
And before you think it, the first pages of Luna, the Lone Wolf were written long before I ever heard her name. Though she did give advice on how to think that helped make it better.
It's curious how so much can be started so easily. Makes me wonder how many such opportunities I missed. The person sitting next to me on a bus, or train, or standing next to me while waiting for my fast-food burger. It's always the simple acts that get things rolling. You say hello, or compliment someone on their clothes, and suddenly you're off and talking. At least two of my friends I met because I made a comment on the NFL team whose hat they were wearing.
I feel like I've wandered a bit here. Then again, in a way that's the point. Random movements that put us in the path of those we would soon call the closest of friends. Does make you think, doesn't it? Not only about the chance meetings yet to come, but also the same warm, fuzzy feelings I've got now. Good thoughts of how the relationships I hold most dear started.
So how did they start? Did you forge a bond over something trivial, or unimportant? Maybe all you did was say hello in line. Maybe, that's how you met your spouse! Think on it, and share if you don't mind. Be rather neat to hear other tales of little nothings that turned into big somethings.
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