I didn’t puss out! I actually went on the writing date I scheduled with the writer of First Acts (check it out; she’s on a rad journey to try something new every day for a year). Our schedules only matched up for a little over an hour, so it would have been easy to puss out, but I didn’t.
I was nervous, wondering if she would have to bail at the last-minute or how our writing date would work or if I would be a spaz and try to talk to her the entire time she was trying to write. I got there early and ordered a cup of fruit tea. I busied myself with setting up my laptop and organizing my notebook and pens, being a silly kind of nervous that she would text about how her train got delayed or something more important came up and I would be left alone. I felt like I was waiting for a date and fake texting to appear important like Charlize Theron in Young Adult.
Of course she didn’t bail on me. She’s rad and responsible and wants to having writing dates just like me. We met, drank our tea, occasionally conversed, and then parted ways agreeing to do the same next week. I actually got some work accomplished and realized that I’m too social to lock myself into a room and write for eight hours a day. I admire those that can do that and secretly wish I could do the same, but I’m just not cut out for that kind of working. I don’t have it in me. Thankfully I may have found another writer who, like me, needs a social element when working.