Coffee, Friends & Readings
There was once a time when I spent hours in coffeeshops, writing and talking with friends. There was also a time when I went to lots of literary events and readings. I don’t do too much of either of these things anymore, but I did both of them yesterday, and it reminded me of how much I enjoyed doing these things. I spent yesterday morning talking about books and writing at Starbucks with a new friend, and I was so happy afterwards. I talked to her about some problems I’ve been having with writing, and she gave me some concrete ideas to address those problems. It felt so good just to talk about it, and be open. I usually feel a vague sense of guilt for not writing (or for not writing more) but yesterday I realized that not writing every day (or uh, every month) does not make me a bad writer. It is what it is. But, after talking with this friend, I found myself motivated to write, and even excited to write, for the first time in a very long time.
So I left Starbucks all jacked up on caffeine, full of ideas, and happy to have connected with someone else who understands all of this weird writerly stuff. After work, I went to a reading at the Barnes & Noble in Edina with two of my friends, and it was just what I needed. Sloane Crosley was the reader, and I highly recommend her collections of essays I Was Told There’d Be Cake and How Did You Get This Number? Crosley is a witty, whipsmart writer, and she’s so cute. I seriously love this woman. I had such a good time. During the time that she read, I was taken out of my life and into her essays. Afterwards, I again felt like I wanted to write.
I tend to get so caught up in school and work that I forget to make time for things like coffee, friends, and readings. And they are so important. I need to make more time for these things. I felt so good, happy, and encouraged yesterday. More coffee, friends, and readings. That is my goal. And to feel like I did yesterday.