I’m a writer
Posted in Humble pie on 10. Mar, 2009
Every Thursday morning, at 7:00 AM, a friend and I meet for coffee. We’ve become something of regulars–which means we often see and chat with other regulars. Yesterday, one such regular made a beeline for me: Before I leave, there’s just something I’ve got to get off my chest.
A bit alarming, but okay…
The week before, you see, he mentioned my friend could grace the cover of a magazine. He said nothing of the sort to me. Apparently, the comment haunted him all week; he simply had to make sure he had not crushed my spirit.
Here’s the thing, my friend is always–ALWAYS–prepared to fill in for a fashion show contestant, should the need arise. The week before she had a large red flower in her hair–to meet a friend for coffee–at 7:00 AM. She did look as though she could grace the cover of a magazine. I, my friends, did not. Needless to say, the poor gentleman was all a-fret for naught. All the same, my friend decided to help.
Here’s how it went down …
Friend: Here’s what you need to know about Amy … Amy is a writer.
Me: {nodding solemnly} Yes, I’m practically expected to be frumpy.
Me & Gentleman: {chuckling amongst ourselves}
Friend: But if only you could read her words–her words are beautiful!
Me: My beauty … is my words.
Me & Gentleman: {chuckling amongst ourselves}
Friend: And here’s what you need to know about me: I was raised by two hair dressers; I’ve been in performance my whole life; I understand the importance of aesthetics.
Me & Gentleman: {awkward silence}
Me: Yeah, I’ve got nothing for you on that one.
But oh the gift this conversation has given me–and every other writer. Who knew we had a built in excuse? Until this morning, certainly not I! Just think of the possibilities: caught in public without makeup … bad hair day … that weak moment we think we’ll sneak out to get gas in our sweats, only to happen upon the man of our dreams. No longer do we have to slink off in silence. Oh no, my friends. We can stand up tall, look ‘em in the eye and say, I’m a writer … and all will be well with the world.

