Meg Cabot, please be my friend
I am what you might call a book worm; an avid lover of literature; a wannabe literary maven and a self-proclaimed, whim seeking heroine. Though the Beast looked like a great guy, I was always more interested in Belle’s library. I have pledged a solemn vow to build a library worthy of a three story, rolling ladder that I can sing from. Goals people, goals!
Like any other aspiring entertainer, I am also a professional waitress. Give me a family of four with a screaming child, throwing fries and ordering nothing but water and I will smack a smile on my face, a southern twang to my voice and dive in. This time around, while juggling bookings, rehearsals for a children’s play and a growing spray tan business, Twin Peaks has been my restaurant home. Twin Peaks is like Hooters. If Hooters had ever left the 80′s, decided to move to Colorado and tried to “make it on her own” in a log cabin. Its not the highlight of my career but sometimes money is money.
Being in my soon to be late twenties, I have quite a few years on the recently graduated babes of the peaks. And long since the days are my incessant need to know every move that the Kardashians are making, which wife Lil Wayne is on or how to impress a boat shoe wearing, PBR drinking, pretty boy sitting at table 54. So alas my intellectual, conversational needs are not met.
Generally, one can always find a book in my wearing Coach tote. My boyfriend habitually mentions how heavy my bag is. I hate the thought of leaving the house without my goals journal or a book to lose myself in. The girls I work with find it amusing when they catch me reading #GirlBoss, Goals by Brian Tracy or anything by Meg Cabot. One of my personal favorites, she is my literary mentor which I am sure she is for many. She has no idea who I am but how I wish she did. I started reading her as a teen with her Mediator and Princess Diaries series. As I got older and started on her adult fiction, I fell even more in love with her voice, her writing and my desire to become a writer.
When you read her words, you hear your own idiosyncrasies, insecurities, desires, irrational thoughts and fears as well as your incomprehensible strengths and longing to know we are unique. I read her for inspiration, I read her to learn. I call to the romantic, literary fiction God, aka Meg Cabot, to deliver me from bad conversation and tortured, erroneous reads. I hope to one day share Pina Coladas with you as I pick your brain then ask to borrow your pencil.
Sincerely yours,
Courtney Locke
P.S. I need more Heather Wells in my life.
P.S.S. Please see above statement.