And by old, I don't mean OLD... I mean... LONG TIME.
Reconnecting when you’ve had a coming out of sorts (in my case as a writer) is a funny thing. I wasn’t overly arty in high school, nor quite so obviously naked (though some of my friends knew). People either thought of me as smart, or associated me with my (not always nice) friends--[they're all nice now... y'all remember what high school does to many personalities...]
Coming back to these core people who I’ve known a lifetime, I find it very curious who is INTERESTED in the fact that I write. It isn't the people I would have named, had I been asked to generate the list of 'who cares what you're up to'. I mean I think those closest friends CARE on some level, but... they don't get it. People though, with more artistic vents, or in many cases just genourous spirits, have been FABULOUSLY supportive. I won't name them, as I'd surely forget someone, but... the crew who are both my PERSONAL friends on Facebook, and my author friends...
And I find it interesting what some people have ended up DOING with themselves. Just to give a couple examples...
Dave, Kathy and Denise are actively artists. The OTHER Denise is in a band and does graphic design.
Burt still plays trumpet, but also teaches science… ONLINE.
I have managed to reconnect with a ton of old friends and am extremely grateful for that, and am also extremely grateful TO the people who’ve been so fabulously supportive, no matter HOW strange I’ve ended up.