Thank you for your support
When you watch the Olympics, there’s always a profile about someone who made it to pursue his or her dream after years of hard work and early morning and late night practices and games or meets half a state or farther away. Stories of the only sleep being had in the car on the way to and from the events. Of homework done in hotel rooms while someone else went to get the meal so everything would fit in.
And then there’s usually mention of the parent who set the alarm for 3:45 am because that’s when ice time was available, then stuck around took the kid home, then went to work. Or the vacation time spent traveling to or from meets. And of the nights spent in Motel 6 because that’s what they could afford, and fetching a pizza while the kid caught up on homework.
I thought of at the Writer’s Nest conference when two youth writers showed up for the day-long event, accompanied by their moms. One of the moms taught writing to elementary school kids, so it wasn’t a completely lost day. The other mom didn’t write at all. She just came and went to sessions with her son because…well, because that’s what a mom does sometimes.
There were a number of youth writers at the main conference last year, too. They were accompanied by parents all there to support their kids on a spectacular October Saturday that could have been spent golfing or napping or mowing the lawn so it wouldn’t have to be done during the week. Instead, they sat in a hotel all day for their kids.
This blog, and the Florida Writers Association, is all about writing and writers. It’s about Writers Helping Writers, which, after all, is our motto.
But sometimes it’s appropriate to recognize the other people who help writers. Sometimes their parents. Or spouses. Or children. Or even co-workers helping writers. Sometimes it’s other people sacrificing quality time or money or even listening to repeated tales of literary woe and frustration so we, the writers, can pursue our passion.
To them, there are only two words. Well, two words and a song.
Sure, I’ve used it before and it’s not especially literary, but then again, it conveys the sentiment.