There are few things I love more than seeing my fellow writer friends basking in the warmth of success. Being waist-deep in the trenches bonds us; it's deeper than familial. It's an emotional tie that can't be severed.
Although, Esther and I are in near constant communication, she (thankfully) hasn't tired of me yet. In June, she's flying in for WOK's workshop on her thriving small press career. With my current addition of a second horse, we might have our own adventure that weekend.
How much trouble could two writers conjure in a weekend?
(Side note, Esther's sophomore novel A Proper Scandal is absolutely delicious. She layers depth with intrigue like a pro.)