I'm not talking about the TV show, as awesome as it was.
I'm talking about this strange little online universe that I'm part of these days.
I've been writing for a few years now, but it wasn't until this last year that I really started making connections with other writers. Some I've reached out to, others have contacted me.
There is this thing about us all. This thing that makes us unusual (and dare I say strange) in so many respects, but awesome in others.
We crave the psuedo anonymity of the internet, we share things with other people, we write personal stories, we encourage others to do the same.
We lay it all out there for the world to see, good, bad and ugly.
We open ourselves to all kinds of criticism, we expose our fears and vulnerabilities. We catch an insane amount of heat from family and friends who take issue with the things we write.
Some of us have to hide.
Some of us, literally, have secret identities. Write in an imagined world to protect ourselves from those closest to us.
Then one day, someone emails you. Sends you a message on Twitter or Facebook. Alerts you to the location of the newest online version of themselves.
Collectively, we have had some amazing experiences. We've endured incredible heartbreak. We've lost, we've found, we've endured, we've overcome.
And in this strange little world, we lean on each other.
We cheer each other on when it seems like everyone in the real world tells us we are doing something wrong. We encourage each other to write the hard stuff. We support each other.
We share more with each other than the rest of the world.
These people I've never actually met who have become my virtual allies. My friends. My co-workers.
We're part of a pretty kick ass secret club, with handshakes and everything.
Love you all.
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