I arrived at 8:30 in the morning thanks to my forgetfulness in turning off my alarm clock. The place was packed so I set my stuff in a chair next to an older gentleman while I waited to order. While in line a woman asked for coffee grounds for her garden. This started a conversation about how to plant and grow things in Small Town soil, along with several tips and tricks on how to successfully plant trees. People in Small Town are just NICE.
Once I got my coffee I sat down in my "claimed chair" next to the older gentleman. My curiosity about books is out of control and I couldn't help but notice he was reading a text-book-like book about literature. I've been wondering about the quality of classes at the college in Small Town, so I asked him about it. It turns out he's a published author, who teaches workshops at the college, as well as studies literature. He asked to look at my MS and I handed it over, shaking like a leaf. No one has seen it before.
He gave me several tips, and recommended a few books that would help my writing style. It was such an awesome and fortuitous meeting. I had been a little "blah" in my writing and wondering if my book would even be any good after all of the hours I've already put into editing. He was very excited about my storyline and some ideas I had. I finished the conversation feeling super inspired.
I got back to work on blogging (and maybe downloading Gavin DeGraw's newest CD. SO GOOD!), when one of the Boyfriend's friends walked in with his kids. He sat down on the couch next to me and came as close to men in Small Town cry while he told me about the divorce he and his wife decided on mere weeks ago. It broke my heart. I am so sick of people getting divorced. Is anyone else? My heart is just so sad for the marriages of this world.
After he left, I went about half a song on my new CD before I saw the Pastor and his Wife, who leads my women's bible study. It was fun to get to know them on a more personal level for a few minutes. It also worked perfectly for her because, as it turns out, she walked out without her purse! I didn't even notice until she texted me, but I was able to "guard" it until they got back.
All in all I did not get much accomplished work wise, but I got a lot accomplished emotionally and spiritually. It's been a difficult transition coming back to Small Town.
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