I call her my little cupcake. And my blogging buddy. And my writing buddy. Her real name is Hosanna, but she rarely gets called that by me. (We won’t go into the dozens of other nicknames I have for her.)
We grew up on opposite sides of the world, which was perfect because that meant she was awake during my late-night writing sessions, and we therefore chatted immense amounts. I went and visited her family for a month several years ago, and when I was there she would lean over my shoulder and read my story as I wrote. Since then I’ve sent her nearly everything I’ve written, only to have her gobble it down crazily-fast. Hosanna’s the only person I know who can out read me, so I’m always trying to think of books to recommend to her. (Or stories to write for her to read.)
I call her my writing buddy because, not only does she read my stories as I write them, but she also lets me discuss all my new writing developments with her. It’s incredibly fun to bounce ideas off of her, and hear what she has to say about plot twists. (It’s also possible that I taunt her by threatening bad things to happen to certain characters, but I’m not admitting to anything.)
Hosanna has not only read more drafts of WLHYL than anyone else (besides me), but she’s also enthusiastically reads a lot of the feedback I’ve received from beta readers, and then gives me her opinions on their opinions. In fact, it’s not unusual for me to copy and paste large amounts of feedback emails in chats to her and then demand (kindly) to hear what she does and doesn’t agree with. I also sometimes send her my responses and make sure that I’ve worded everything nicely when I’m replying to an email that I didn’t really appreciate.
I’m often times baffled by how much Hosanna truly likes my writing. She’s forever encouraging me to keep going, and commanding me to write more. It’s seriously an honor to have someone who can read so many of the words that come out of my imagination and still want more. It’s also sometimes amusing to me, because even though she’s a dedicated bookworm, and happily listens to all of my plot and writerly talk, Hosanna doesn’t write. (Like, no stories at all. I should know. There was a time “way back when” when I was supposed to do some creative writing classes with her and a couple other people. Let’s just say it was not pretty.)
I call her my blogging buddy because nearly every time I sit down to blog she and I start chatting and she keeps me company as I make loud laments when a blog post isn’t coming together. I also sometimes send her parts of the post and ask if it sounds okay and makes sense. Hosanna is also generally the first one to “plus-one” the post on Google+ each day, which always makes me happy. Her excitement for my writing is incredibly inspiring.
I call her my cupcake because cupcakes make me happy and Hosanna makes me happy, so it’s quite natural. Plus, it’s fun choosing a new flavor to call her each day. (Like, for instance, today she’s black cherry with cream cheese frosting and a beautiful fresh cherry on top.)
Hosanna has spent this last week with me which has been marvelous and a lot of fun (especially since she’s spent the last year on the other side of the world). I’m quite thankful to have such a staunch supporter of my writing, especially one who seems to never tire of talking about books and writing.
Hosanna, you are a fantastically amazing friend and I’m very thankful for you. (And the fact that I can be so crazy around you.) Thanks for being so enthusiastic and encouraging!