by Malena Lott
As a recovering Type A personality, I have a tough time doing tasks that don’t involve some brainpower. My search for zen includes finding “joy in the mundane,” which I happily discovered thanks to TED Talks, because the laundry gets folded and I feel like I learned something. The zen part is that I walk out of that tiny room without a single curse word uttered, even when I can’t find matching socks.
My recent panty-folding viewing entailed Howard Rheingold talking about collaboration, which you gals know is a lonely writers B/F/F. We may write in solitude, but eventually we are working with a CP (Critique Partner) or getting notes from our agents or editors and on the line we go. If you think about it, life is a plastic lunch tray that gets slid down the line for mustached lunch ladies to plop that day’s rations onto the designated square.
Lately, my collaboration tray runneth over, and it’s all applesauce and mac and cheese comfort food. While I’ve been on Twitter since the dinosaurs tweeted, it’s only this past year that I’ve truly banded with other writers, such as adding more lit-kicking “bookettes” to Book End Babes and putting together a winter anthology with other cool Girlfriends authors Jenny Gardiner, Sam Wilde, Maria Geraci, Maggie Marr and an up-and-coming lit girl, Jenny Peterson. And, of course, this amazing blog, which continues to provide grapevine goodness.
When we push our stories from their beloved nest, we depend on each other then, too, to provide trust-worthy arms to pass our tales across the mosh pit. Word-of-mouth has never been more critical in the book biz, and I’m so grateful we’re in this party together.