Today I am off to interview an old writer--an author in her nineties. (So, when you say you're too old to write a novel and get it published, she did it just recently. So there!)
I'm hoping that a little of her energy and spunk will land on me...
I am also going to be visiting someone who is such a worthy opponent (when it comes to all things Seinfeld, songs from our era, and lit-trah-ture), it makes our constant sparring a delight At least it's delightful for me. For her, it's probably a pain in the rear to deal with my pesky pokes. It would be like Arnold Schwarzenegger arm wrestling Don Knotts--when Don Knotts was still alive, of course. Me, I'm racking my brain and digging into the recesses of my memory when I try to trip her up on some Seinfeld trivia or try to stump her with a one-hit wonder. And she? She has it all on the tip of her tongue--her victories come effortless. She is also a writer but she's been balking about writing a book. A collection of her stories would have us all clamoring to buy it. Because of her reluctance, I'm bringing my electric cattle prod...
One of those stories--either the interview or the story about my visit with someone who seems like they've been my friend for a long time--will be posted on Monday.
...And until then, head over to read Jean Whatley. What? You don't know her? You don't follow her? You should. Read this post. You'll do a little time-traveling of your own--I imagine--as you take a bittersweet journey into the past.
Remember Ladies of the Club was written in a nursing home when the author was 85. I don't want to wait THAT long.
ReplyDeleteMe, either.
DeleteI'm afraid you will have a long white beard before I get around to organizing my stories and de-blog-speaking them for acceptable book form. Not that I'm saying you're hairy or anything...
ReplyDeleteStill, I have my stories. No one can take them away from me. They are waiting in my old blogs like a faithful hound on the front porch. I would never sell my life stories to anybody for $750, like Kramer to J. Peterman.
I already have a mustache. You mean I'm going to get a beard to match? Yikes.
DeleteI remember Don Knotts from "Pleasantville." Quit screwing with those people's lives, Bud! LOL.
ReplyDeleteDon Knotts was on "Pleasantville"? That's one I have not seen.
DeleteOh boy you are going to have a great adventure tale! Three of my favorite people. I just finished V.'s book. It was great!
ReplyDeleteIt WAS an adventurous day.
DeleteSounds like a cool weekend!
ReplyDeleteIt was a fun weekend.
DeleteHmm, let me try this calculation. My memoir was intended to be a gift to my sister for her 50th birthday. She is now 63. I am about halfway through - before revisions. How many more life events have to pass before it's in shape for an editor? I'm hoping her eyes will stay strong enough to read it, but that she won't be spry enough to take me out with her cane. Oh, did I mention the whole thing only covers 7 years? The sequel is brewing on the back burner. It will have lots more juicier stuff ... Hang in there ...
ReplyDeleteMarcia--There's always audiobook versions, if her eyes are too weak by the time you're finished. ;)
DeleteBoy this will teach me not to wait so long to read blogs. Now I'm going to read about your adventures.
ReplyDeletePearl Wolf is an author I was fortunate to meet last week at the RWA conference in San Antonio. She's in her 80s and didn't start writing romance novels until after she retired from teaching. She's a force to be reckoned with, and she's such an inspiration, going after her dream and reinventing herself. Your friend apparently followed a similar path. Now I have to keep catching up on your posts and go find the one about your writer friend! I'm off to "read more Sioux!"
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