Writing is often described as solitary work.
And it is.

There are long stretches of quiet — afternoons spent with only the hum of a laptop, evenings shaped by a single sentence that refuses to behave. Stories are born in solitude. They require it.

But they are not meant to remain there.

Over the years, I’ve been thinking more about the ways stories grow when we invite others into them — to share both the weight and the wonder of bringing them into the world.

I’ve shared a reflection on creative collaboration, storytelling companionship, and the spirit behind the Velvet Teacup Society on my March blog.

🕯️ Read the full piece here:
👉 [blog] https://chrissychicory.com/f/around-t...

Stories begin in solitude.
But they come alive in community.

With love and cherry tarts,
Chrissy 🍒