She sweeps in wearing a
Calvin Klein shirt, Celine coat, Tommy Hilfiger jeans and clutching a burgundy
Mulberry bag. I would expect nothing less from Candace Bushnell.
We greet in the customary two kiss salute as she dumps
her bag on the spare leather armchair.
“Need a refill?” she says, politely indicating my
half-full coffee mug.
“I’m all set.” I say with a grin. Candace Bushnell just
offered to buy me a coffee. My life is now complete.
As she waits in the queue for her flat white, I can’t
help staring at the handbag. The luxury speaks for itself, but my mind wanders
to the possible contents of the bag. I put good money on finding a notebook in
there. How else could she remember all the unique human traits that resurface
in her book? I think it would be a posh moleskin one, the type of notebook a
novice writer aspires to be worthy of.
My idol returns with a large mug of coffee and a
blueberry muffin.
“I feel better already!” She smiles as she takes the
place opposite me, the bag slung to the floor. She’s so laid back. “So, what is
it you won?”
“It was a competition to spend a day in the life with
your favourite author.” I answer quickly, hoping she won’t notice my fan girl
blushes.
“Well coffee is a big part of my daily life. And a real
haven for me. My office is where shit gets done, but it’s these kind of places
where the action really starts.”
She takes a large gulp of coffee before plunging a hand
into the handbag to extract a notebook. It’s plum in colour, plus moleskin. I
feel that our affinity as writers has intensified.
“Like that guy,” Candace points subtlety with the tip of
her Parker pen. “He definitely doesn’t wear glasses outside of work.”
“How can you tell?” I ask, enraptured to see the master
at work.
“His hairstyle. He would not spend that amount of time to
create that look if it was just for work. He’s got plans for later.”
“Really?”
“Maybe. Who knows, who cares. For our stories, what we
imagine is what happens.”
I savour that first nugget of knowledge that Candace
Bushnell has bestowed on me.
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Love the description of this blog entry, really feel like I could be there with you, you paint a such a vivid picture.
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