There is a movie I've been writing with five of my friends. A comedy. We've been working on it for almost two years. We used to meet every week. Now we meet every two to three weeks for longer sessions. Bree calls them writing advances, not retreats. That's Jen's feet in the middle.
Six women agreeing on one plot isn't always easy. We laugh. We say no (you have to fight for your guy). We move the cards around. We're going to get this puppy down until the weight feels just right in an agent's hand. Until you know these people like we know them now. This place we've made with these people who are just on the verge of owning us. The best of two good endings is becoming one. We have a deadline now. Christina is to the left but you can't see her because she told me not to take her picture.
That's Kate. She's keeps us in formatting heaven even when we put her through formatting hell. Many, many drafts. Two years later and type, type, type. Now we have a new space. This crazy simple little house with a skylight.
That's the zucchini bread that Phoebe made. She added less sugar. Not everybody can make it everytime. No biggie. You just keep writing. Some people have said to me, "How do you ever agree?" Some people have said, "I want to do that." Let me tell you, the combined drive of six women is in a special, unnamed cookbook that only some have seen. So find your group and your own Sunday morning. Get a teapot going. Make some bread. Write.