Player
We dined last night at Haute Quarter grill. We being myself, Happy Wife, and a colleague/friend up from Seattle. By the way, when is it appropriate to stop referring to a professional acquaintance as a colleague and begin calling them a friend? Must certain requisite sentiments be exchanged, or certain favors given? Or is the transition gray; is friendship an emergent property that cannot be predicted but is unmistakable when eventually it appears? Do I sound like Carrie Bradshaw musing in a diary entry?
How bout I just make up a new word, a combination word, a portmanteau, “Friendleague.”
So our friendleague works for a major genetic diagnostic company in Seattle. She’s in Anchorage semi-frequently to drum up new business but also to stop in at the offices of existing customers to “touch base.” Her company paid for dinner. A gesture that in my opinion moves her swiftly closer to the friend column. I added her, along with her snail-mail address, to my Contacts because she had asked to be added to the list of victims recipients of our annual newsletter — The Nibblet. I promised the picture I took of her (actually HW snapped it) would not appear on this blog. A promise I will honor. However, I must say, and in fact did say as the three of us strode into the restaurant, that she and HW looked mighty fetching and as such would they mind if I sidled in between them, have each take an arm and become candy thereon, such that as we approached the door I might appear to the patrons within as a real “Player.”
To this they agreed.
I wish I had obtained a picture of the trio so you could judge for yourself. Regrettably, I did not.
My cocktail was expertly prepared by Tanya. Who deserves a shout out because she really is, qua bartender, expert at her craft, and is also always happy to share her suggestion for which wine to pair with your entree.
I went to straight to the hard stuff, as Players are wont to do:
The novel presses on. One word, one sentence, one slowly written paragraph at a time. I’m hopeless. I can’t seem to stop editing what I’ve already thought was done. But I know one thing for sure, regardless of what you’re writing it’s important to get your best writing down early, in the first few pages, that is if you’re going to have any chance of grabbing and holding a would-be reader’s interest. So I think this is time well spent on my part.
Oops, it’s after 10:00 am and Harry is reminding me it’s time to go to the park. “Yes your highness.”
Til next time…