The Pink Coffee Shop is the story of finding a way to move on when you just want to stay in the past.
Rosie Nash’s job as a daytime television show runner keeps her busy. Every second counts in the land of live TV and that’s just looking after her colleagues.
But that’s okay because she has her very own haven, The Pink Coffee Shop, run by her two favourite people in the world. Plus, she has her list which she carries with her wherever she goes because… well, that’s for Rosie to know.
But life begins to unravel when Rosie loses her list and she finds a strange man sitting in her seat at The Pink Coffee Shop. Her well-ordered life is never the same again and Rosie is forced to face what she’s been running from all along.
“What a wonderful book, I couldn’t put this book down”
— Amazon review
Why I wrote this book
They say (whoever ‘they’ are) that your first book fiction or non-fiction is an autobiography. For a long time I denied this as loudly as I could, but then gave in and accepted a large part of this is true.
I’ve worked in television since the day after I finished my finals (and that’s a long time ago! 27 years). There’s never been a day I’m not fascinated by it - but being a runner gave me perhaps the biggest insight to it all. The presenters, the producers, the pressure, the broken photocopiers - I was front row for it all. It’s hard to work in television and not let it be a huge part of your identity and I wanted to look at that, the joy… and troubles this can bring. Are the characters based on people I’ve met in the industry? Now, that would be telling. Practising golf-swings in a busy newsroom? Outside broadcasts out of control? They say the camera never lies in television but is this a myth? I’ll let you decide.
When I first started writing this book (when I was in my 20’s) Rosie Nash was always going to be the bridesmaid, and yes at the time, I was a bridesmaid to some very special friends. But then I met my own husband, life passed and the season changed. Husbands, babies, new friends along with old friends. More confidence, less confidence. As my lovely dad always said ‘you gain a bit and lose a bit.’ By the time I wrote this, he was poorly too. I remember how lonely it felt to see someone I loved suffer so much, whatever the illness and whatever other love you have by your side. So, I took this experience and put it in too, in the hope that if you read this and know what I mean, then you know you’re not alone too.