…but not foolishly. And kick you playfully in the shins, under the table, and wink. You’d say, “#WTFOW!” and I’d laugh.
I’d say something about being a day late and a dollar short, but it doesn’t matter because this is my back patio and not Starbucks.
“Awake now, are you?” I’d swallow another hot sip of coffee – Sumatra, or Texas Pecan, strong and black. More cream and sugar for you, if you want it. And there’s chocolate. In the Imaginarium Cafe, there is always chocolate. Today’s selections include dark chocolate coated coffee beans and bits of real honeycomb dipped in rich, velvety dark chocolate.
You might ask me to tell you how to write a book, or how to format it; you might ask me how to find an agent or get published. I’d refill your coffee and share the advice Tom Clancy shared with me, 25 years or so ago: “Just write the damned book.”
Make a product before you try to sell one.
You might ask me how to self-publish, and how to use Createspace or Lulu, and I’d ask you to help me dig a hole and plant a tree. Do you want to do the work, or do you just long for fame and fortune? And then, when we were both hot and sweaty and rethinking the planting of whole forests to replenish the stock of paper on which books are printed, I’d wipe a smudge of dirt from your nose with my thumb and say, “Sure, but you could have Googled it or tried it out – it’s not as if pressing the big red button is going to blow anything up…”
My voice trails off at the sobering thought of big red buttons.
Let’s write a book before the world ends, shall we? #WriteBravely