It's that wonderful week between camp and school where I'm left without childcare. Thank God for this amazing 12-year-old who lives up the street who came over this morning to help out for a few hours so I could escape to First Watch for some much needed writing time.
I love First Watch because they give you your very own carafe of coffee and there's free WiFi and it's relatively quiet. I mean, really what else can a girl ask for?
Well apparently, the staff are also well versed in writer shame because today this happened:
Waitress: Can I get you anything else?
Me: Nope, I'm all good. Is it ok if I hang out here for a while? *gestures awkwardly at computer*
Waitress: Oh sure, you writing the next great novel?
Me: I wish. I actually am a writer.
Waitress: (visibly shocked) Oh, how cool! What do you write?
Me: Mysteries for teens.
Waitress: Anything I've heard of?
Me: Well, probably not, but it's called The Liar Society.
Waitress: Oh, I have heard of that! (Editorial note: I'm 99% sure she's thinking of Pretty Little Liars, but I'm going to pretend that's not the case to protect what's left of my writerly ego)
Me: Oh, cool! *bobbles head awkwardly* (Editorial note: I never know what to say when people acknowledge our books and I almost always end up doing some weird nodding that probably makes me look like I'm having a seizure) I'm, uh, we're just starting the third book now.
Waitress: Nice...but um, you're on Twitter.
Me: *Looks at computer, flushes with shame* Oh, uh, yeah, but I was just going to um, I have the word doc open on here somewhere....*clicks aimlessly on computer*
Waitress: Oh, well, I guess I'll just leave you to it. You know what they say, butt in chair.
Me: Yeah. People do say that.
Right, so it's Thursday and I've been write shamed and my waitress is getting a huge tip.