Snow. I have choice words for it over in my other journal. It’s hear again, and I think all of us are flashbacking to last year’s very bad winter, so it’s making Iowans cranky anew. Let’s hope for mild weather.
I finished Mark Twain’s Daughter, and one of my reader has already given me some positive feedback, for which I am grateful. The next couple of days were eaten up by weather, travel and my class reunion.
Twenty-five years ago, I graduated from a tiny school in Southern Iowa. I’ve been to most of my class reunions. They’ve actually been fun, especially when I realized, as a high school/junior high teacher myself, that NO ONE is responsible for their behavior, or secure in their character at that age. A great deal of forgiveness for about anything comes out of that realization.
Anyway, a few nuggets. The first one for you writers, and then I’ll hid them under a cut.
1. So, have you written that novel you’ve always wanted to write, someone asked? Sonya will be pleased to know that I explained all about Hulk Hercules, but what amused me is the assumption that somewhere lurking inside of every writer is ONE book that they will write. Is this the layman’s idea of the GREAT AMERICAN NOVEL? What about you? Have you written that novel you’ve always wanted to write?
People often don’t understand writing anyway. The professor part of my life they get, and they were pretty good with the childless part, especially after Bryon and I made some good jokes about it. But you know, writing. How do you explain that?
Stereotypically: I sit around in my pjs and fluffy slippers, eating oreos, punching down whatever I want on a page until I decide on a bigger concentration of oreos for lunch. Then I do some web surfing and email response, punch down some more random thoughts, decide it’s time to have a creative crisis and pop a couple of beers and grouse at my spouse/kids when they get home about how no one understands me. Of course, everything I write is gold the first time. That’s just my gift.
Other class reunion things more meaningful to me follow.
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