Mark and I invited everyone we knew to our place for a party to celebrate my quitting the day job to write full time. We included my new Canadian citizenship just because that coincidentally happened the day before.
When I sent out the invitations, I told everyone I would be the one in the tiara, which I meant in a symbolic way, as in “I’m the one who will be the centre of attention for the night!” — which is a joke, really, because I’m a natural introvert and would rather sit on the fringes watching everyone else in the limelight, while I take mental notes and build stories around them.
Anyway, a friend took me literally, and arrived bearing champagne (the non-alcohol sort, as I’m allergic to alcohol), flowers…and a tiara.
So I was literally the one wearing the tiara for the night.
It was an interesting night. I have always thought that all my writer friends and acquaintances were exclusively on-line — and most living in other countries, too. But at one stage, there were five writers standing around my kitchen, and two editors.
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