Plenty of parent-writers out there talk about the struggle of balancing parenthood and writing, and much of what they have to say is true. But it’s my friendships I neglect. My child is here in my house demanding attention. My friends are far away and too busy themselves to point out that I haven’t called or sent the birthday card or remembered the important event or whatever it is. What does it mean to spend more time with imaginary people than real ones?
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Yes, if my friends don’t blog or keep up with other online groups I’m on, they don’t hear from me often. But I do have lots of wonderful new “pretend” friends. 🙂
Hurray for “pretend” friends!
This can be true!