Good news first!!!! Ohmigosh, GREAT news! My plate is CLEAR. I am back to my spy novel, where I belong. Ohmigosh, I can't tell you the relief. It's been a bear writing stuff I didn't really want to write, while my heart and mind were just aching to write my spy novel.
Thank you, God, Goddess, Lord, Heavens, Gaia, Universe.
Anyway. Yesterday, while writing at Borders, I sat next to a woman in the cafe who was drinking her coffee and staring into the fire. Isn't that nice? Nothing wrong with that.
I was the insane one.
It started out with a sideways peek. I casually glanced between us. No books. I looked at her lap. No cell phone. I snuck a glance at her face. She didn't seem to be waiting for anyone.
What was she doing there?
I found myself quite uncasually trying to see what was on the other side of her. No books. No magazines. I looked behind her on the ledge and there was a CD! Yay!
Okay, she was getting a coffee, having a moment of relaxation before she bought her CD.
I went back to writing.
An hour later, she was still there. I tried to unobtrusively look at her face. She still didn't seem impatient. She wasn't waiting for anyone. She was just sitting there.
And not reading a book. This fact grated on me until she finally got up and left. I burst out to DH, "She sat here for almost two hours, in a bookstore, and didn't read a book!"
I got a very strange look from him. I'm not sure what he was thinking, but he wisely didn't say anything.
I have this insane fear that if she's not reading a book, then the downfall of this business we love is imminent.
I had the same feelings a few weeks ago when someone proudly announced that they most certainly did not read fiction. I almost choked on my tongue. I couldn't speak. I tried to be a brave knight, defending our passion, but I sat there with my mouth gaping open and my tongue tied. (Enough cliches for you?)
I have no conclusion, except for the realization that I have an insane fear that people will suddenly stop reading fiction.