Cocktail parties and novelists really do not mix. Especially the type of soiree that have nice people come around to continually replenish your empty wine glass and it so happens to be your favorite wine! Yeah. that kind.
I'll bet you have an inkling of where I'm going with this...especially if you're a writer. Yes, I'm officially that person. I held several people hostage at a swanky shindig (a 50th B'day party for a friend) a couple of weeks ago as I babbled on and on about my current project. But in my defense, not one of my fellow chardonnay lovers were eyeing the exits and they not once made an attempt to escape my one woman novel disclosure show, not even for something as simple and necessary as a bathroom break.
I must have went on and on about my characters, as if real people (and let's face it, they may as well be!), as well as the story itself for thirty minutes--spilling over into a bit of a Q & A session; wine glasses in hand. And I loved every minute of it!
I'll admit, the next day I was thinking that I probably shouldn't have revealed the ENTIRETY of my fantastic story line (and I was regretting those last few glasses of wine.) But, hey, they were definitely into it, due impart to the magic of chardonnay. But the story and characters speak for themselves.
Raise your glasses to drunk writers at cocktail parties everywhere! God bless 'em. Cheers!
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