Those of us who do this writing thing sometimes live in strange, insular bubbles. The internet has made contact between bubbles easier.
One writer I came to know through the magic of the 'net was Jamie Eyberg.
Jamie and his wife died last weekend in a freak accident. I only learned about it earlier today.
I was shocked. Angered. In disbelief.
My heart goes out to his children, Kennedy and Brendan, and the rest of the family.
Jamie was a good writer and friend, but most of all a great and kind man. We shared stories and novels, helped critique each others' work, and cheered each victory in this ruthless game.
When this year's edition of 52 Stitches goes to print, it will be dedicated to Jamie. The profits will go to Kennedy and Brendan's memorial fund.
I'll miss you.
Thanks for everything.
*This link takes you to a memorial at the funeral home with information about the memorial account for Jamie's children and a guestbook to sign.