Rock Star
You know what I did today?
I met a Rock Star. Ok, not a real rock star, but my own personal rock star.
For me, celebrity is an interesting thing. I don’t really think that much about most Hollywood actors. Having once upon a time dated a musician, the magic is out of that one too.
The one thing I love to do more than anything else is writing, so for me, the real rock stars are writers.
About fifteen years ago (*gasp*, has it been that long?), my best friend gave me a book. A book about writing. About how to get started. About just getting the words down on paper.
It began a journey for me that I’m still on. It was a liberating kick in the pants.
And what was the best, my most favorite thing about that book was that the woman who wrote these powerful words was from New Mexico.
That fact left an indelible mark on my soul.
That book was “Writing Down the Bones” and that author is Natalie Goldberg.
Today she made an appearance at a really cool local bookstore, Kepler’s.
After her talk, which was great, she signed books. She could not have been more gracious. I got a chance to tell her how great it was for this little girl from New Mexico to have a New Mexican show me the way, and she said she understood that.
And I walked away on clouds 8, 9 and 10.
It was really, really cool.
The geek out factor was akin to when I get the autograph of a favorite baseball player.
Writers and baseball players. My own personal Rock Stars.
