Being a collaborator

I'm working with soren_nyrond again, finishing a Nyrond story we started some time ago, and it's...well, it's like slipping your feet back into the only really comfortable pair of shoes you've ever owned. That's what it's like.

We aren't really that much alike as writers. His preoccupations are not the same as mine, or vice versa. But we seem to spark off each other, at least I hope he still sparks off me, and I know I've written more and, I think, better, in the days since we started than I have in the three months preceding. Maybe six. He not only inspires me, he keeps me at it, and he makes it more fun than it ever is writing on my own.

Writers among my flist, if you ever find someone like that, grapple them to your soul with hoops of steel. They're gold, and they're rare.

And if you can possibly refrain from moving two hundred miles away from them, you'll find that helps too.

Thank you, Soren.

Now about this next chapter...