I got the idea for this post from The Perpetual Page Turner. It looks like a great way to get a few miscellaneous things off my chest, out of my mind and let people into the scary place that is my brain.
If you are so inclined, steal this idea ( as I have done) and do your own ‘If we were having coffee…’ post. And don’t forget to link me so I can get to know you!
Here we go…
If we were having coffee…. I’d tell you that I’m excited to be about half way done with my book. It’s been a three-year process, in which I completely started over twice, so the fact that I’ve gotten to the halfway point is a milestone for me. I’d also tell you that I’m scared. I’m scared it won’t be a good book. I’m scared I’m not as skilled as a writer as I think I might could possibly be. I’m scared it won’t be good enough to secure an agent or sell to a publisher. I’m scared I won’t walk into a bookstore and see it on the shelf and that I can’t send a copy to my Mom so she can scream and laugh and cry. I’d ask if you’d buy my book when it comes out.
If we were having coffee… I’d tell you that I’m afraid of a word. It carries so much power and meaning and understanding that people have to gauge it’s seriousness in stages. Stage 1 is NOT THAT BAD, but it’s still a measure of the word. Right now my dad is being treated, to eradicate himself of the word. I’m scared of this ya’ll. I’m just scared. Id’ ask you to keep my dear ole dad in your thoughts and prayers. Oh, and my mom, because she’s lost her sister and her son in the span of just a few years. My folks can’t take much more.
If we were having coffee… I’d prattle on and on about the books I am reading and the books I want to read. I’d talk about how I think Red Now & Laters by Marcus Guillory is likely one of those ‘this book is so good it’ll change your life’ kinds of books, but how it might be too deep for me to really grasp the author’s true meaning, what he’s trying to bring across. I’d talk about The Wife, The Maid & The Mistress by Ariel Lawhorn and how I JUST. ADORED. THIS. BOOK. Reminded me a smidge of Rules of Civility by Amor Towles, if only for the old New York time setting. Love it, I gobble them up. I’d ask if you knew of any other books set in 1930’s to 1950’s NYC so I could add them to my towering stack of To Be Read books.
If we were having coffee…. I’d admit to being happy, but not satisfied with my life. I’d also admit to not really knowing how to fix that and due to time constraints I’ve placed on myself (FINISH THE DARN BOOK), I don’t really have a lot of time to invest in what would be needed to turn it around. I’d admit to being slightly envious of my friend Sarah getting married tomorrow. Of my friend J who has found the love of her life on twitter of all places, of my friend KF who has someone that thinks the world of her and wants to spend his forevers with her. I’d admit to feeling so lonely that I’m thinking and re-thinking breaking up with a man I call Cling Wrap… but then thinking again and just knowing he wasn’t right for me. I’d remind myself, again, that I can’t let loneliness make me stupid, that I can’t reach out in desperation. Because I am not desperate. Just picky. I’d ask you for hopeful encouragement that I’ll find my HIM and when I do, he’ll be worth the wait.
If we were having coffee…. it would probably be the highlight of my day. Nope… week! I do love spending time with my friends, laughing and talking, enjoying time away from the bustle or the humdrum, taking a moment out to invest in another person. Check in. Show love. Reach out. All of that.
So would you like to have some coffee?