I recently went to the reading
and book signing for Frances Mayes.
She is the author of the book
Under the Tuscan Sun.
I have to admit that I had
only seen the movie but
my mom and I decided
to go check it out anyway.
I'm so glad that we went.
While I was sitting in the audience
listening to her read from her latest book
I found myself daydreaming.
I want this.
I want to stand in front of a
room full of my readers
and crack open my novel.
I want to smell the newness of the printed pages,
take in a nervous breath,
feel my heart beating in my ears
as I read aloud the words I've written.
I want to wear a red dress
with fishnet pantyhose
and inappropriately tall platform heels.
I want to have people ask me questions
during a Q & A
like "What's your creative process?"
and I can tell everyone about how
I wrote my novel
while my boys wrestled on the floor behind me.
That I wrote it sentence by sentence
between fetching snacks
and running the water
for bath time.
I want all of this.
I want to sit at a table with my favorite pen
and sign my name and offer hugs
to everyone who will give me one.
I want to stop and take photos
with every single person
who might be excited to stand next me.
I want to tell some young girl
with stars in her eyes to keep writing
because that's what I did and look at me
I'm sitting here signing my books with my favorite pen.
I want this.
I want this so bad I can almost taste it.