Thank you so much for the virtual hugs and cups of tea and cries of “Me, too!” that greeted my post on loneliness last Sunday!

I’d been thinking that a certain amount of loneliness is part of the writerly (and human) condition. And it is — to a point. But I’m glad I didn’t suffer in silence. Your responses made me feel so grateful for the community we have here. And your concern and gentle nudging made me sit down and count how long it’s been since I actually had a face-to-face conversation with another writer:

Seven months!

Somewhere between the move and getting my family settled in, my social life as a writer got lost.

Something had to be done.

So yesterday David and Sweetpea took me to the station, and I got on the train to London, where I went to my first SCBWI meeting here in the UK — a meet-and-greet in a pub in Paddington Station.

I had a quavery moment as I scanned the crowded pub, trying to figure out which ones were the writers and illustrators. But I guessed right on the first try.

I can’t tell you how good it was to be there. I didn’t know much of anyone at the start, but that didn’t matter. We talked stories and plots and risk-taking and publishing — oh, what a joy it was!

So thank you, one and all, for giving me the get-up-and-go to, well… get up and go!