We blogged, tweeted, chatted, met and then got naked

Candace Havens told her Fast Draft workshop attendees this weekend, that there are only two viable excuses for not getting your writing done.

  1. Death
  2. Coma

Obviously, neither of those happened to me this past week. I have no excuse. However,one of the best things about blogging regularly, are the community of friends you make virtually. Between Twitter, Facebook and this blog, I have connected with more people than I ever thought possible. Part of my inner circle, in fact, is made up of people I have never met in person, people who might even know me better than some of my family members. Our lives are clearly defined on our blogs, conversations igniting across the country. Occasionally, some of these relationships become so dear to our hearts, that we introduce them to our non-virtual life.

This past February, Kelly, from Dances with Chaos, sent me an instant message on Facebook.

“So another random thing.. I just learned about a writing conference in Dallas this May. Don’t you think that would be a great thing to attend so you can see family and write and um… meet me?”

I had never been to a writing conference, and the idea of getting to spend the weekend in Texas was super appealing. Besides, meeting a blogging buddy in person would be awesome. By the end of the week, I had booked my conference ticket, contacted local friends, and plotted out airlines and hotels.

“So, let me get this straight,” questioned DW, “instead of finding a writing conference here in Michigan, and taking someone you know, you’re going to fly to Texas and room with a complete stranger?”

“Um, yes,” I said.

And he says I’m not adventurous.

Over the next few months, Kelly and I had phone chats to plan our weekend together. Although the conference didn’t start until Saturday, I decided to come in on Thursday afternoon, so I could see my friend and her family for dinner. That also gave Kelly and me Friday to hang out, getting to know each other a little better. We planned to meet at noon.

Unfortunately, Kelly had some minor car trouble and wouldn’t be able to get to Dallas until closer to 2pm. I used my extra time to relax, read, call my mom and then take a 9 mile run. Finally, she arrived. Stepping out of her car, I immediately recognized her from her profile picture, and rushed to greet her, with open arms.

“Wow!” she exclaimed, “I wasn’t expecting you to be so short! You look a lot taller in your head shot.”

Our conversation flowed easily, as if we had been friends for years, exchanging stories about our family, friends, and writing. And what do two beautiful ladies, without children, out on a Friday night do together? They go to the gym and take a Zumba class, of course! By the time our workout was over, my legs were wobbly, my knees knocking together with each step. Kelly suggested we sit in the steam room so that my muscles didn’t seize. I’ve never been in a steam room. I pictured it smelling like sweaty butts, and rather large women sitting around with just a towel covering their lower extremities, boobs resting on their knees.

“Um, I think I’ll pass,” I said pulling clothes out of my bag for dinner, the showers calling my name.

“Really!” she insisted, “you’ll love it!” and proceeded to hand me some towels while she started to strip down.

A few seconds later, I found myself sitting in a steam filled room, breathing eucalyptus deeply, clutching my towel tightly around my body.

“This feels pretty good,” I remarked surprised, relaxing a little, “who would have thought.”

“Yeah,” Kelly giggled, “who would have thought that just four hours after meeting each other, we would get naked together!”

So glad to finally meet Kelly in person. We had a fabulous weekend together.

11 thoughts on “We blogged, tweeted, chatted, met and then got naked

  1. Sounds like a wonderful weekend. Kudos to Kelly for suggesting it, and kudos to you for agreeing to it! Now you have to tell us about the conference — were there workshop? famous authors? agents? to-die-for dessserts? Inquring minds want to know! πŸ™‚

    1. Yes, yes, yes, and so-so.

      BUT, I now understand why people like guacamole. I have detested the stuff for 20 years, but Emily got me to try it at a restaurant by our hotel and it was excellent.

      I also learned more about writing in two days than in the last 25 years.

  2. I love it when people feel the need to comment on how short one is on first meeting (being vertically challenged myself). But isn’t she tall?! Glad you had a good trip. πŸ˜‰

    1. I must say, I rarely make such a comment. She was exactly as I’d pictured, minus about 5 inches.

      In my defense I also hadn’t slept much. πŸ˜‰

      I feel short most of the time, because much of my family is taller, with all of the boys well over 6 feet.

      But if I ever meet you, I will refrain from any height comments.

      1. Hey, five inches is an awful lot! Does sleep make people seem shorter then?! It would be appreciated as I’m even shorter and don’t wear heels and I’ll have a crick in my neck already, it doesn’t need to be rubbed in! πŸ˜‰

      1. Cushions rock! My driving instructor even got one in for me especially. (The shame!) There was great hysteria when they revised car seat legislation recently here, 150 cm max or a booster seat. I just about cleared but we were wondering if my great aunt would have to be enthroned for car journeys. They wised up and added under 11. πŸ˜‰

      2. I’m just over, a giant amongst my family! But the vertically challenged do need to stick together, booster seats, cushions, supermarket shelf climbing and all. πŸ˜‰

      3. You two are cracking me up.

        I do remember they added an age cut-off so an adult didn’t find themselves in a booster seat.

        Which doesn’t make sense if you think about it, because your age does not change how the seat belt strikes your chest, and that is why they claim the rule was made.

        I don’t know if either of you would be allowed on the roller coasters at Six Flags though…

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