Fadedwords

Monday night I went with my friend Sarah to see SARK in Durham.  It was quite the adventure, as I suppose it should have been.  I wrote the directions down wrong and we ended up in downtown Raleigh instead of downtown Durham.  Thankfully Sarah’s boyfriend was able to help us out, and we were only a couple minutes late to the event.

I have been an avid fan of SARK since I was in high school.  Her writings have inspired and delighted me, frequently reminding me to live juicy and let my inner creator out.  Hearing her speak, and seeing her in person was so incredibly wonderful.  She is just as I imagined she would be.  I was also able to meet many SARK fans who are just as wonderful as I imagined they would be.  I have the email address of one who is going to start a writing get together, which I’m very excited about.

I bought a copy of the new book, Juicy Pens, Thirsty Paper and then stood in line to get it and Succulent Wild Women signed.  When I got to SARK, I was hit with her incredible presence.  She talked openly, asked questions, and after she had signed she said, “What is that man’s name?” I looked around and noticed she was pointing at the man who worked at the bookstore.  I said I didn’t know and she quickly and quietly said, “Sh*t I don’t either!  Isn’t that horrible?” We laughed a little and I said, “I’ll go find out what it is.” So I went and asked him his name, told him it was lovely to meet him, and went back to SARK and told her.  Then I asked if she would mind if we took a picture together.

I read the book last night, and it was absolutely wonderful.  She encourages you to write… anything.  She encourages you to send your inner criticts off to new jobs so they will leave you alone, something I think I’ll do.  I’ll have to read the book three or four more times before I have a full grasp and absorb it all. 

If you ever have the chance to hear her speak, please go.  And if you’re a writer, get this book.  It is a gift.