Wednesday, September 3, 2014
Magic: Just Starting!
Last week, the Matron read from her novel, At the End of Magic. She picked up her son from COLLEGE (where he now lives) and the two arrived, early. The store was alarmingly empty.
Bookstore worker: "You're competing with the state fair and the start of school. Nobody showed up for last night's event."
Wherein He Who Cannot Be Named (HWCBN) but whom everyone knows, looked mildly alarmed. His mother said 'not to worry' but she did. She took her worried self to the Ladies Room, that time-tested respite from whatever else is happening outside of its doors.
A few minutes later?
People were walking in. . . and in . . . and in . . and more people started coming. The bookstore workers had to get extra chairs.
Bookstore Worker: "Folks, we can put a few people over here."
HWCBN was no longer alarmed but a wee bit proud of the room his mother packed. Then that mother got to stand up in front of the crowd and talk about her work. She read from the book. She answered questions.
Really, truly great questions -- from people who actually read the damn book and were genuinely curious. The Matron was happy -- so happy!-- to thoughtfully answer back, each question bringing her to some new self awareness or artistic realization.
Synergy ensued. Goodwill and lively conversation.
The book store worker kept frantically signaling "time" on his pretend watch until the Matron snapped shut her book and promised to sign some of theirs.
Fifteen minutes later, as she was chatting and signing, she happened to look up and behind her. There was a LINE.
Bookstore Worker: "You're competing with the state fair and start of school, Mary -- and we ran out of chairs and books. Impressive. Good show, too."
And the son who made it all happen jhad shifted right to flat-out, happy, pride in his mama's show: "Mom! I didn't know you had that in you!"
"That" being genuine delight in discourse. She is light on her conversational feet and enjoys every minute of it. Not a big surprise to the blogging world, where the Matron gets to strut her stuff routinely--and watch others strut theirs too.
Thank you, Stryker. It's going to be a magical ride. Already is.