A silly daydream...

 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.