Back in September, when I had my first book signing at the local coffee shop in Winthrop, MA, I was approached by two lovely older women. They asked me if I would be interested in speaking at their book club meeting sometime the following spring. "Of course I would," I had replied, completely delighted that someone would want little old me to talk at their group about my very new novel. They proceeded to tell me that their group was the oldest book club in Winthrop, founded back in 1895.
As these darling women spoke to me about the history of their club, an image assembled itself in my mind-all I could see was a circle of ladies tipping tea cups to their lips with their pinkies angling outward in an high falutin fashion. I pictured an exclusive club with members who would turn their widely-read noses away from my amateur novel.
Instead, I was greeted by the sweetest group of women who welcomed me with open arms. I had the pleasure of sitting in on their meeting where I witnessed a blend of different backgrounds having the bond of this one monthly meeting. I listened in as they took attendance and updated each other on other members who were unable to attend. A handful of cards were passed around the room and signed, in an effort to soothe ailing or injured friends in town.
When it came time to talk about Saving Jason, they all listened and participated with eager attentiveness. I walked away feeling a renewed sense of clarity. Some days I wake up defeated and feeling like a fool-living this dream of making a living off of writing books. But today, after I left these fascinating women, I felt the sun shining upon me for the first time in months, both literally and metaphorically. If it weren't for this book that I put my heart and soul into, I would've never had the pleasure of meeting this lovely group of women, so maybe my dream is already unfolding itself right in front of me.