I traveled north, last weekend, to my hometown, Corydon, Indiana. It’s been almost 35 years since I moved, but it’s still home.
You always know who your friends are during the trips “back home”. They’re the ones who show up, time after time for your book events.
Many think authors are independently wealthy with confidence to match. Guess what? We usually struggle to keep up with expenses and are the most insecure people on the planet! We have a constant need to hear, “Great job!” or “So proud of you!” Never, ever think we take your supportive words for granted.
A special surprise was seeing my old golfing buddy, Sandra. It’s probably been close to twenty years since we’ve seen each other, but for the hour + we talked, you’d think no time had passed.
Yep, just takes a trip back home to rediscover your true friends; the ones who take time out of their busy schedules to stop by and chat. I can’t thank them enough for making this “Once a Hoosier-always a Hoosier” gal feel good being back home.