Friends come in all varieties of physical distance, don’t they? Those of us who are active in blogging and social networking get pretty sick — I do, anyway — of people who aren’t active on the internet telling us that internet friends aren’t “real” friends.
Remember Pen Pals? People would write to people, pen to paper, for years, and nobody doubted that they developed sincere emotional attachments. Plays were written about pen pals who fell in love, who grieved one another’s sorrows and deaths, who knew one another deeply.
Nobody thinks they aren’t “real” friends.
And what about people you don’t see for years and decades, then you see them again and it’s like you were never apart? Nobody doubts that connection.
Well, listen: communication doesn’t care if it’s done in cyberspace or meatspace, okay?
This past weekend, I went to the 4th annual That Book Place Authors Fair and hung out with some of my friends. Some of them, I’ve known in person for years. Some of them, I’ve only “met” online. All of them were merry met. You couldn’t tell from the hugs and howdies who was a cyber friend and who was a “real” friend. They were ALL real, you dig?
Here are some of my friends, whose books I bought.
Jay Noel: Writer On Fire is one I just met face-to-face last weekend. You wouldn’t have known it. He guested on my blog once, and his cover boy is my imaginary boyfriend. Visit Jay’s blog for buy links to all the places his books are sold. I bought a copy of Dragonfly Warrior this weekend. Because: imaginary boyfriend.
I bought Blue Spirit by Eric Garrison, a friend with whom I’ve attended many a book fair/signing over the past few years. Blue Spirit bills itself as “a tipsy fairy tale.” Eric brews beer, so I have … er … high hopes for the book. It’s currently out of print (it was self-published), but it’s been picked up by the fabulous Seventh Star Press and is due to be reissued, along with a sequel!!!
Another is my homegirl, Pamela Turner. I “met” Pamela through an online group, then met her in person at Fandom Fest a couple of years ago. We’ve kept up through Facebook and I read her blog, and it’s like Old Home Week when we see each other in person. I bought my first of her books this weekend; she tends toward the erotic end of the spectrum, and I don’t read erotic. Never mind why. We ain’t goin’ there. ANYWAY, I bought her mystery set in Victorian-era Louisville, Kentucky (my home town), The Ripper’s Daughter.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character meets someone in person that he or she has only known by some form of distance.