Have you ever done something that you knew you were going to regret? I am sitting in a coffee shop, it’s 6am and I regret nothing… Wait, I regret trying Sortilege Maple Whiskey last night. It’s quite a delicious sipping drink and I enjoyed it at the time, but I knew I had to get up at 3:30(!) and whiskey is not conducive to such uncivilized actions. So, here I sit waiting for my first book festival and I cannot help thinking back to what could’ve made this an easier morning. The obvious answer begs the question: why whiskey? On a separate note, why am I here so damn early?
The Bookshelf is the name of the festival I’m participating in today. It is about 70 miles from my home in a town called Newmarket. I am excited to have the privilege of sitting at a table with the Sisters In Crime Toronto Chapter. The festival was designed to introduce the residents of Newmarket to local authors. It is being held at the town’s community centre and starts at 9am. I am here now because I hitched a ride from an great friend who works in the area. He has the perplexing start time of 5:30. It was either go with him or spend hours on various trains and buses, only to arrive late.
It would have been a little less painful if I couldn’t still taste Sortilege Maple Whiskey on my tongue. Had I the foresight to recognize the error of my dismissive ways, I would be much less likely to burn my nose in the hot coffee sitting in front of me, as my face drops down amid microsecond bursts of sleep.
One more hour to go until I trek over to the community centre and meet fellow authors, readers, and new friends. I will continue this exciting journey as a new author. I will conquer my weary spirit with fresh air and sheer will. And I will not do anything I know to be ill advised any more… well, today anyways.
Thank you for spending this time with me. As always, it has been a pleasure.