You might say the visit started several months ago.
Cindy walked along Beech Street tangled by the leashes of three lap dogs and her own thoughts. She stopped along my driveway. “Hey, neighbor, how would you feel about hosting my book club? I told them about your book.” Anyhow, that’s how I remember it starting.
Fast forward to the night of January 21st- the night THEE Book Club would visit. I’d had a long day of “teaching” at my current job. My housemate, Tony, had started a roaring fire in the wood stove and I decided I should run off and get some flowers from City Market to make the ladies feel at home (the Club is made up entirely of well-educated and lively women). By the time I’d gotten back, Cindy had already arrived and settled into the kitchen. “You told me I could come early,” she said.
As Beul Nam Beinn takes place in historic Scotland, the food theme for the night was Scottish (minus the Haggis!) Plentiful and tasty, the food, ale and wines digested well as be began to talk about my book. Since we were sitting in a circle near the fire, I thought I’d like to see what the women got out of the story. “I’d like to hear what you think the story was about,” I proposed.
There is little more worthwhile for a writer than to hear the impact on the reader. The answers were varied and insightful. In all honesty, you get out of a story what you get out of a story, but my intent best fit Cathie’s response of, “Self-discovery…” It was a joy to have the company of these ladies and to get their feedback on my efforts! (Thanks, ladies!) I also passed a composition book to “Build ideas for a sequel”.
The next day my two bachelor housemates and I reflected on the evening before. “That was fun!” said I. “Great food!” said Jon. “Did you know one of the ladies brought toilet paper?” asked Tony. We laughed.