I find writing this blog today more difficult than usual. As always, I want to write something inspirational. The timing is perfect for it since NaNoWriMo starts in five days and I’m planning to participate again this year. But as much as I want to talk about that, to encourage other writers to charge head long into their own made up worlds, I can’t find the words.
This past weekend, my friend Cate Culpepper passed away. Cate was…so many things to so many people. She was kind and fiercely supportive. She was unafraid of the truth and told it with sharp wit. She was warm and inviting to new authors, and though I suffered from a very serious case of fan-girl squee every time we interacted, she took me by the hand and encouraged me. Cate was, to sum it up in one word, awesome.
Her death was not unexpected. She’d been very ill for what seemed like a long time as it was happening, but in retrospect seems like no time at all. Despite knowing what was coming, I am still stunned and heartbroken by the reality of her leaving us.
I told Cate more than once how I would happily follow her into the mountains to build her Tristaine. I can only hope that she finds her tribe in the next evolution. I’m sure they’ve been waiting for their Amazon Queen.