For the last several months, I’ve been getting together with fellow writer Marie Bilodeau for weekly coffee meetings. Both of us are full-time writers working from home, which can be a lonely existence, and we thought it would do both of us good to get out of our houses for real live human interaction (as vs. the kind we get with our characters and various animals) once a week.
What began as a simple coffee date, however, quickly morphed into something more business 0riented: we brainstormed stories when one or the other of us became stuck, we offered encouragement and support during the whatever possessed me to think I could write phases, and we began sharing marketing, publishing, and social media ideas. Then, when the new year began, we each bought an agenda, and we began incorporating serious planning sessions, too.
That’s where my story takes an ugly turn.
You see, Marie didn’t travel to our coffee meetings with just any old pen for writing in her agenda. Oh, no. She brought a whole raft of pens with her. Turquoise, teal, fuchsia, lilac, gold, lime green–she had every colour of the rainbow with her…and in her agenda. It was bright, colourful, beautiful…
And I had a serious case of pen envy.
I know, I know. It’s a shameful thing to admit, but there you have it. hangs head
But all is not lost, my friends, because at long last, I’ve remembered to purchase my very own colourful set of pens! They may not be quite as fancy as Marie’s, but they’re still beautiful to me…and now I, too, can have a bright and cheerful agenda.
Assuming I remember to take them to my meetings with me. 😉
P.S. Sadly, yes, these are the kinds of random things that run through my head on occasion. Maybe as a side effect of spending too much time alone? Apparently I need more coffee dates… 😉