People come into our lives in interesting ways. It’s fun to follow the thread of one’s own and another’s path, noticing where they first crossed and why, and then watching the progressive weavings and twinings form a lovely, delicate design in the tapestry of life. I met Dustin, Stefanie’s brother, when she was still a […]
Today I got to play secret-agent fairy. A friend who lives in another town called this morning. Her son attends college here. She told me about something that had happened which left said son feeling sad and depressed, and she asked if I might have time to go by and cheer him with balloons or
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Today I sang It’s a Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood to Jacob. When I posed the melodic question, “Would you be mine?” he tried to rush away as he proclaimed he couldn’t remember what a “neighbor” was. Nice try, Jacob. Though I didn’t fall for his ruse, I generously offered to help him out with
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Luke is upstairs jamming with John Slaten. Sunday he jammed all afternoon and evening with Ryan Bowles and (for a little while) David. I realize how much I’ve missed hearing Luke play drums. I love the way he plays drums. And guitar. And piano. I’ve missed his music. Joe Bucks is a new coffee shop
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Well, folks. As of last Thursday, my book manuscript is in the hands of my agent. All 252 pages, 71,000 + words of it. She’s supposed to read it this week. Then, if she’s satisfied it’s ready, she’ll start pitching it to publishers and film production companies. And the roller coaster climbs the next hill
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That previous post was mostly a nod to Luke, the Kryptic King. (That sounds a lot like Krispy Kreme, but I assure you they’re very different.) So. The signing. It was fun. It really was. The bookstore sold 40+ of my books during it. They were happy. I got to visit with lots of people.
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Right now Scott Brunner, a photographer from the Marshall News Messenger, is taking pictures of me as I write. Talk about feeling like a Supermodel! (A real one, that is, as opposed to someone who trains young children to call her by that name.) Click, click, click. These pics are supposed to accompany an article
ACK! I just checked my friend’s page. Too many postings, not enough time. Just so you’ll know, folks, I love you like you were all my very own relatives who live in Boston so I never see you but think of you whenever I eat baked beans. But, I will not be able to read
This is written in iambic something-or-other. I know tetrameter is four metrical feet per line, and pentameter is five metrical feet per line. But what’s the name for three? I don’t know that. So, anyway. It’s iambic. And it’s got three metrical feet per line. And it’s for Ragamuffen. Happy Birthday, love! A poet-child is
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I’ve noticed various discussions around LJ about the meaning of one’s “friend” list or, more to the purpose, the “friend of” list. What does it mean when someone adds your journal as a “friend”? Probably different things to different people. I know some folks say it indicates no more than a literary interest. They like
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