'Writing, at is best, is a lonely life...' Was Hemingway right? Perhaps it was true, at first, when I dabbled in secret, but Historical Fiction has provided a treasure trove of good people. I made friends at the HNS conference. After a research trip, I met Judy on the Eurostar the day my tablet was stolen Gare du Nord. For details on the Basques of Nevada, Shoshone tribes and Prohibition, I rely on Janet at the Elko cowboy museum, Lorrie in Sonoma and Iñaki, at the Reno Basque university. Then there are the ladies of 'France's Splendid Centuries,' our gorgeous Renaissance Facebook group... Laure, who helped me turn The Wolf's Legacy into French and actually lived my story in 1971, Leannec, the Haïtian gentleman fact-checking Born Under the Wrong Sun. Caroline Hurry and a handful of authors ahead in the journey who provide advice and inspiration.
My beta-readers' comments buoy me up like cocaine.
Come on, Ernest, admit it, writing is a team effort.
When you were in Paris with Scott, Zelda and Gertrude, drinking with James Joyce and Ford Madox Ford, were you really that lonely?