Every holiday party has one.
The guest who’s had a little too much egg nog. You know her. She hovers shamelessly around the Christmas cookies, laughs too loudly, and hugs anyone who wanders within a 15 foot radius. Worst of all, she blabbers nonstop about how much she LOVES everybody.
Today, Seekerville friends, that endearingly obnoxious person is me.
I guess this time of year brings out my sappy (some would say intoxicated) side. Please forgive me if I get a little sentimental, but isn’t that what the holidays are for? Reflecting on the good things in life? Family, friends, faith, and yes—Seekerville.
This place has come to mean so much to so many. To me, it’s a place to learn about the craft and business of writing. It’s a place to receive encouragement and share struggles. But mostly, it’s a place to come and meet up with friends. They can inspire you, kick you in the behind, make you laugh, and make you cry—all on the same day. Oh, good grief—somebody pass the tissues.
There are certain things you can count on in Seekerville. Good coffee (thanks, Helen!), good food, good advice, and excellent company. The comments section feels like your best friend’s kitchen table. You can help yourself to whatever’s in the fridge, pull up a chair, and be yourself. That’s pretty special.
And so, in honor of the wonderful women of Seekerville, I’d like to propose a toast. Ahem. (Imagine me standing, swaying slightly, and singing to the tune of Cheers. Off key, of course.)
Making your way in publishing today takes everything you’ve got.
Taking a break from proposals and queries sure would help a lot.
Wouldn’t you like to get away? (From revisions. Just a short break.)
Sometimes you wanna go (to the sandy beaches of Unpubbed Island)
Where all the Seekers know your name (and Captain Jack visits, too)
And they’re always glad you came (especially if you leave a comment)
You wanna be where you can see, our dreams are all the same (the Rita!)
You wanna go where everybody knows your name (and the coffee’s hot).
Well then. Now that I’ve embarrassed myself, it’s imperative that you do the same. It will make me feel better.
Share a toast! You can see that I’ve set the bar quite low. Your ode to Seekerville can be short, long, sweet, funny, or in Latin.
One toaster, selected at random, will win a $10 Barnes and Noble electronic gift card.
I’ll be circulating with the champagne bottle, refilling glasses (not just mine), and hugging.
Have I told you how much I love you guys?
Anne Barton began swiping romance novels off her mom’s bookshelf when she was thirteen and continues to help herself to this day. It was during a semester in London that she fell in love with the city, its history, and its pubs. Once back in the United States, she married a man who, sadly, is not a peer of the realm–but a great guy nonetheless.
Anne tried on several careers before finding her true callings: teaching long division and dreaming up stories about dukes. She’s currently an elementary school math teacher by day and the award-winning writer of witty, provocative historical romance by night.