Friends, Prosecco and the Muse
On Monday, I met up with two old friends for our yearly Christmas reunion. I was really looking forward to seeing them and hearing all about what they’d been up to. Naturally, they asked me about my writing. I told them about the rejections, the works in progress et cetera, but it was really difficult to be upbeat about it as I still haven’t achieved any publications. They gave me words of encouragement and then asked me about my novel – knowing I completed it a year ago. I averted my gaze to the table top in front of me and ashamedly admitted that I’d lacked the motivation to sit down and put the final touches to it. I thought the conversation would immediately change and they would be as disappointed in me as I was with myself. But my cool friends ordered a bottle of Prosecco and three glasses and then demanded I tell them the story. Well, thanks to their insistence – or was it bullying? - my brain went into overdrive and I talked for about an hour non-stop. Totally failed at my elevator pitch, unless of course the elevator was stuck between floors, but I was buzzing and they were buzzing. The atmosphere around our table was electric. Was that my story telling or the bubbly? Can’t remember, but thanks to their sincere interest in my world, the belief in my story returned, along with my buddy, ‘Muse’, and I haven’t stopped working on my novel since (yes, it has only been two days but I am determined to finish it before being distracted by anything else).
Wishing you all a wonderful Christmas and a fun-packed and successful 2016. Thank you to everyone who has visited my blog this year and for your continued support. I’ll be back in January – I have a book to polish.