Posts Tagged ‘writer’

My eleven-year-old granddaughter calls to tell me to check my e-mail. She has written a poem and sent it to me. The poem came to her in the night when the computer was off and she had no paper. She grabbed her cell phone and texted the poem to save it. Oh my, the evidence is unmistakable; my granddaughter is a writer.

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For the many other Kurt Vonnegut fans, Bob Weide of Whyaduck Productions writes:

In other news, my long-dormant documentary on Kurt Vonnegut is active, once-again. As you may know, Kurt passed away on April 11, 2007. (I can’t believe it’s been almost two years.) I have purposely kept my schedule free of other obligations for the next little while in hopes that I can make serious headway on this film which I started shooting in 1988. (I first approached Kurt about the project in 1982, so it’s either in its 20th year or 27th, depending on when you start counting.) I gave up long ago trying to predict a completion date for the film, but I’m hoping to finally have it finished before the end of this year. For more information, click here.

I know we have all been waiting for this documentary. It has been a long time in the making. I’ll post more when updates come out.

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This is my first meme. Really. Always learning something from Amurin. I’ll send to a short list while I’m on a trial run.

Here are the rules, such as they are: Players start with 7 random facts about themselves. Those who are tagged should post these rules and then post 7 random facts. Players should tag 7 other people and notify them they have been tagged.




1.   In the fourth grade I wrote my first short story. Prominent in it was a rattlesnake. I once had a rat snake under my reading chair for two days, received a gift of a black racer in a bag from my husband, video taped one swallowing a green garden snake. Then there are the steamy photos I took of rat snakes mating on the fence. They have a habit of falling out of trees with a splat when enraptured or fighting. You learn to look up as well as down in a converted swamp. 


    2. My proudest recent accomplishment is learning to operate a single

        lever faucet.


3.     I still have older friends, but they are REALLY old, including a 92-year-old writer. The “young ones” are unrepentant hippies for the most part, and bikers.



4.     Beside my husband and children, cats are the most important creatures on earth. My father had an aversion to them, so my first came when I was thirty. Since that day we have not been without purrs and hairballs—and mystery.


5.     We once had a sailboat business on Lake Monroe and later, a  business doing drug, alcohol and DNA testing.  Mostly “Who’s your daddy?” situations.


6.     I was six years old, and could hear the doctor give orders to start cutting out my appendix and the nurse saying I was not under, but could not move or speak. Next thing I knew it was over and Mother was moving me to another hospital. Dr. Frankenstein had used my upset stomach as an opportunity to try the new thread he invented. You don’t want to see how much it really didn’t improve on the current stitches.


7.     A young derelict tried to hijack me once, but really pissed me off when he flashed that knife. I drove off.










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