Well, see, August kind of flew by. So much craziness happening. Deadlines. Work. Deadlines.
I didn't get a birthday card for somebody. Not a big deal, I know. No Hallmark sentiment mailed. Whoopdeedoo.
But it's LULU'S birthday. That's freaking sacrilege to not get some kind of card or gift or something. This is the woman who knows my work schedule better than I do. She's the one I nudge when I need to remember a Boomlette birthday.
This is a woman who has always stood by my need to see this whole writing dream through. She's the first one I showed the beginnings of what would become Drew in Blue. I mean, waaaaaaay back when this weird little idea for a story was floating around in my head and it was one page of utter nonsense. She's the one who said DOOOOOO IT!
Months later, I finally did.
From the time I made the decision to take the lonely plunge into writing a work of my own, she's been there. Cheering, encouraging, ass-kicking, placating hissy fits, rolling her eyes at insecurity attacks, you name it, Lulu did it.
She's my most trusted beta-reader. Sure, I need editorial help. I can always use another set of eyes looking at my grammar. But this lady is the one who truly understands the way I write, the message I want to stay true to, and she gets my unwillingness to compromise. Her role is being the voice of the audience I want. She reads as a reader. She reads as a lover of a good love story. And she's honest about it.That's the most valuable asset any author can have, I think.
She's always supported my need to stay true to my own dreams, always encouraged me to do what I need to do to stay on my own path. She raises the red flag when I'm veering off course and gives me a big pat on the back when I nail it.
Also, when I'm being a bitch, she tells me I'm being a bitch, to shut my mouth, and get over it.
So, regardless of the fact that I didn't get to a Hallmark store, I hope Miss Lulu knows how much I adore her. Her friendship is one of the best things that has ever happened to me, and I'm so incredibly grateful that we met and have been able to remain friends.
She's my second mama. My much more sane mama, if you will.
Lulu, I love you to the moon and back. I hope you have a wonderful birthday. (And I hope you get a bouncing grand-blueberry for you birthday, too. But I'm not gonna hold my breath on that one, since I've already been proven wrong twice about THAT subject.)
*ginormous hugs and kisses from your biggest fan*