Writer-Siblings

Sorry for deviating from my usual posting schedule, but I waited Sunday night for the magic fairy of blogging inspiration to visit me, and said fairy failed to arrive. (Speaking of which, Missy, I'm on to you, and you better show up on time next time.) Actually, she did visit me over lunch, so here's what occurred.

At Wellesley College, there's a ritual called Flower Sunday, whereby on the first Sunday of the academic year, new students receive Big Sisters at Wellesley and go to a special assembly at the Houghtan Chapel. It started as a means of easing the transition from home to college for students, and it remains a Wellesley tradition. Many sisters remain friends through their time together at Wellesley. It took place this past Sunday.

It occurred to me yesterday that it would be really great if there were some sort of equivalent tradition of sorts for writers. Writers are great people, but even awesome people can use some support every now and then. Natalie Whipple blogged about a similar idea a while ago. A Writers' Society. I think it'd be nifty.

Any thoughts? Any suggestions? Anyone thinking a writer-sibling would be pretty useful right about now? Anyone have any similar traditions in their life they'd like to share?

Boredom

You have to know it's a bad day when not even the pull of the cyber-world looks alluring. Right now, I'm staring at my computer screen, willing the device to entertain me, and it's coming up with squat. I think my real pitfall was asking my friend to check out my manuscript over the weekend. Without it, I feel like there's nothing to do. Ouch. It's beginning to look more and more like my only options for entertainment are going to be studying calculus and biology. That's a decidedly depressing thought.