Strangers are just friends waiting to happen. ~Rod McKuen
This morning I spent a pleasurable couple of hours at my local Starbucks chatting with Terri, a woman I met while flying back from a conference in Wisconsin a year ago, and Terri's neighbor Kirstie. Terri had emailed me two weeks before. She was buying my Princess Power series for her niece's 8th birthday but hadn't been able to find a copy of Book #2. I had written her back that I had copies and would be happy to sell her one and mail it. "It would be so much more fun to meet," she emailed back, "if you're not too busy, that is."
Too busy to meet with someone who loves to read as much as I do? Someone who wants to share my books with her young niece? No way! Now, if I was as popular as someone like...say... J.K. Rowling, I might have to be more protective of my time. But that's not the case, and is never likely to be. So we made arrangements to meet. Terri treated me to a chai tea latte (I'm one of those rare Land of Starbucks residents who doesn't like coffee), and she and I and Kirstie had a lovely conversation that ranged from writing and books to daughters abroad (Kirstie's daughter is traveling in Thailand right now, mine is living in Norway), to concerns about aging parents, to the technological wonders we've seen in the last 10-20 years. By the time Terri and Kirstie left, I felt like I'd not just connected with readers, but made two new friends.