All my favorite authors/writers like coffee. Amend that, love coffee; post daily pictures of them, their children, their books, their pets, their plants, their computers all posed with coffee. And I love seeing these pictures; snippets into their kingdoms.

But I don’t drink coffee, honestly not even sure I like the smell of coffee. Not a fan of wine either, or any alcohol really. I look atrocious in glasses. I’ve had long hair nearly my entire life and still have no clue how to perfect the messy bun, or use a pencil to hold it up. Discussing my characters instantly turns me into a shy and bumbling simpleton.
All of these may be stereotypes, but I’m afraid that my nonadherence to them might disqualify me from being a writer.

I do love sweatpants though. Sweatpants even in 90+ degree weather, absolutely. I also love rainy anytimes; mornings, afternoons, evenings. My mind only stops spinning when I feed it sleepy meds. And I’ve never felt prouder than the first time I held the weight of my own book in my hand.
Are these things enough to forgive my distaste for coffee and allow me to join the club?

If so, I promise to always stage photos of my books with sweatpants. And maybe even matching socks.