I don’t remember who suggested it first, but I found myself writing down “lunch with Amy Derby” on my calendar last week. Yesterday, I headed out to her town to pick her up.
I’m bad with directions, she wrote. You might want to Mapquest it.
I’ve got a navigator in my van, I told her. I’m sure I can find it.
I dutifully followed the directions and found myself lost. The numbers didn’t match up. Thank goodness for good ‘ole texting, as I found Amy a quarter mile away, standing on a street corner hammering away at her iPhone.
Meeting someone for the first time is often awkward, but I think Amy and I hit it off pretty quickly. For one thing, we instantly bonded over hearing aid batteries. She needed a hearing aid battery and I had a stash of different sizes in my purse. We headed over to Chilis, but because I was driving and reading lips at the same time, we ended up in the Baker’s Square parking lot. Neither of us noticed, until we swung open the doors and saw a showcase of pies facing us. We laughed, and walked next door to Chilis.
It was heaven to connect with another writer and talk about the daily stuff that’s involved with churning out words. Heaven to bounce ideas off of someone who could give an honest answer (even if it was, “I don’t know”). And boy, was it fun to talk about all the people we know on the ‘net and how we got to know them.
So, if you don’t know Amy Derby, head on over to her blog, Write From Home and take a moment to get to know this sassy, talented writer.