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A Friend Indeed

I had heard the phrase A Friend Indeed is a Friend Indeed many times, but wasn’t sure of the meaning. So naturally being who I am I needed to look into what it meant. What I found out was that the actual phrase was a proverb by, Quintus Ennius,  from 3rd century BC, considered the father of Roman poetry, who wrote: Amicu certus in re incerta cernitur. For those few of you who really don’t know ancient Latin this translates as a sure friend is known when in difficulty. Later this showed up in English as A Friend In Need is a Friend In Deed. As you can see somewhat different than the way I had heard it (ever play the telephone game?). This has been shortened over time many times to just A Friend Indeed. And the meaning being either;

1. A friend, (when you are) in need, is indeed a true friend. (‘indeed’)
2. A friend, (when you are) in need, is someone who is prepared to act to show it (‘in deed’)

Okay, this was fun, but why should you care — unless you are like me and like to know obscure things?

Well, it actually provided a good lead into this Blog Post.

One of the most important things I have discovered from taking this writing course, HTTS (How To Think Sideways), is how important it is to have a community of other Writers to spend time with.  People of the same ilk. As I have documented here, through several Post, I have tried to write for many years. There are five manuscripts sitting in my file cabinet that I never finished and one that I never should have (well it was a good start and maybe in the future). During all these years of dreaming and false starts I never really had any friends that were Writers. I had several that were Artist (you know paint brushes, playing with clay, and other stuff I never truly got — strange people), but never one that had the same passion for writing that I had.

When I stumbled across Holly’s course I was thrilled with the way the Lessons are molding me into a professional Writer, but then I discovered the Forums. Through these Forums I have encountered an entire community of kindred spirits. Every thing I have gone through over the years; the frustrations, the disappointments, the times where I wanted to turn all my writing into a bonfire; along with the joy, the passion, the overwhelming desire to beat your head against a brick wall because you couldn’t come up with the right word; someone else in the Forum (generally multiple people) have gone through the same thing and can easily relate.

Since starting the course six months ago I have had times where I was very frustrated because I didn’t understand how to do something and others in the Forum have taken the time and patiently pointed out to me how to accomplish it. Once I started writing my novel; self doubt would raise it’s ugly head and people in the Forum would encourage and sometimes nag me until I got over it and pressed onward. Many people have given me lots of advice and most have no problem giving me their opinion or commiserating with me over a hard scene or a character that just won’t respond like I want them to.

The Lessons have helped me to understand the process, but the friendship and camaraderie I found in the Forums has helped me survive the process.

I have developed quite a few on-line friendships with other Writers out of the Forums where I can share ideas, discuss problems, and generally commiserate about the agony and thrill of writing. And most importantly, when I talk about my right & left brains (my Muse and Internal Editor) like they were actual people who I could have discussion with (and normally do), these Writers don’t start talking about me in hushed tones — primarily because their Muses told them it was okay to talk to my other selfs.

Another benefit in developing these relationships is that I have been able to read some of these other Writer’s blogs. I can follow their trials and tribulations, their word counts, and how they are dealing with their work — just like you can follow mine. For instance I was reading one of these other Writer’s Blogs and it got me thinking.

“Ruff, Ruff(1)” a pair of paws the size of footballs landed on my chest.

“What the–” Staring at me was a pair of droopy eyes and sagging jowls all framed in a set of big floppy ears. A giant Basset Hound. “Who are you?” I had never seen this dog before.

“Oh that’s Grover” Willow sauntered in and scratched Grover just above the right ear.

“What’s a Grover?” As usual I was totally lost.

“This is Grover,” her tone carried the isn’t it obvious? without her actually stating it. “He’s my dog!”

“He’s your dog?” This explained why Grover was three times as big as any Basset Hound I had ever seen.

“Yes, you have a problem with that?” She knelt and put her arms, barely, around his neck. She snuggled her head against the dog’s, excuse me Grover’s, head and talked to him softly in baby talk.

“Your Dog?” It seemed all I could do is ask questions. Then it struck me, “How could you have a dog? You are only–”

“Don’t you dare say it” She glared at me and threats were not necessary.

“Okay, but why do you have a dog?” Evidently I am stuck in question mode.

She rolled her eyes and shook her head, “I’ve always had Grover. You were the one that read that other blog and it reminded me that you had never been formally introduced.”

“Ruff” Grover slobbered on my leg.

“Yes it is” I said with a sigh. “Well at least the dog food is cheap.”

“Don’t you start.” She stood and pulled Grover off of me. “Come on Grover. We’ll come back when he’s in a better mood.”

“I’m in a good mood,” I defended myself.

“hmmph” she and her dog left me.

See what sort of trouble you can get into when you hang around with Writers.

(1) My imitation of what  a large dog sounds like.

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