Let’s say, purely for instance, that you decide to write a book.
Let’s note that one very large, oh so very in charge, publishing house contacts you because they’d like, well, they must, be a part of it.
Let’s also say, again for instance, that the book then goes to auction with 20 eager publishers and you have, oh I don’t know, let’s just say, fifteen, hour-long phone conversations with the wonderful editor, marketing director, and publicity manager for each publishing house.
But let us also pause to note that you wonder, soberingly often, what in the world would possibly make you fancy yourself as the book writing kind.
And almost done pausing.
Nope, just a second more.
And then let’s say you receive bids that make you feel slightly less guilty about your absorbing Starbucks habit.
Let’s say you get past that after a month of night sweats.
And then let’s go a step farther and say that you choose a publisher that just sets your world right side up. Makes you dance inside and out.
Sunny-sides your egg, if you’ll indulge me here.
If and when all of said instances occur within one very short and ultra terrifying-meets-whatever-titillating-means month….
Your dearest friends will make you a pie.
And not just any pie.
They’ll probably make a massive bowl of your most wildly loved chocolate chip cookie dough, heavy on the chocolate chunks and light on the notion of moderation.
They’ll pat that browned butter and caramel dough into their truest pie plate.
They’ll bake her until her edges tan golden and her middle begs to be left soft and chewy.
then they’ll frost the top and find edible pens somewhere in the fully stocked aisles of heaven, and they’ll draw a likeness of your being.
The closest representation to you they can possibly conjure.
Maybe it’ll be a portrait.
A caricature, even.
Mine is Wonder Woman meets Power Puff Girl.
No picture of me has made more sense.
No photo captures me so purely, so loving and uniquely.
Now tell me, would posts about the book writing process every now and again be interesting to you or should we stick close to the delicious side of things? I’m happy to chat, but also happy to chew, so truly- whichever you prefer