I’m slowly adopting a very sweet girl named MeowMeow. Frankie is a bit grumpy about it all but I think it will be good for him. I hope to have her completely indoors by next week. But first she needs to have her claws trimmed and the scratching post hasn’t arrived yet.
No pics this week because she has a tendency to bump against me while I’m trying to take the pic.
At first I wasn’t sure where his head was. Then he changed position.
I think he’s got the right idea.
Yes, threw out, not donated. And believe me, it hurt. So why did I do it? Because as I took each book off the shelf and breathed, I began coughing. It was age and humidity and there was nothing to be done about it.
Replacing them is a dilemma. Paperback or Kindle? So here’s my Pro and Con list and I hope to hear opinions from both sides.
Apparently even taking a class for fun triggers my Type A side. (Here’s a tip: If a quiz gets computer-graded before your teacher grades it manually, do NOT look at the computer results. Save your blood pressure.)
So this Wednesday is the last class of the semester and I need to study.
Have a great week!
Imagine a woman with dwindling funds who lives alone in a house. She decides to write a book under an assumed name to bring in money. But, only able to write what she actually knows about, she creates a small town and peoples it with everyone who lives in her real life. The fun begins when the people in her town recognize themselves.
This is the plot of Miss Buncle’s Book by D. E. Stevenson, published in 1936. It’s a gentle story (reminiscent of Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day) that starts slow and then speeds up for an amusing ride.
But who of us writers hasn’t used characteristics of people we’ve known or just seen in passing? The problem here for Miss Buncle is that she was extremely clear and detailed. I still think it was astounding that anyone recognized themselves, since I’ve read proof of living people fictionalized on the page who never noticed their own faces staring back at them. Perhaps it was the overwhelming obviousness of every character in Miss Buncle’s story that hit her little town like a sledgehammer.
That would have been scandal enough, but Miss Buncle got creative and her characters changed, behaving in unexpected yet logical ways that set the real town on edge.
I’m not going to give the ending away. Go read the book!
I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted a moon jar. A very specific, punch-to-the-heart want. But the one I posted about here was a museum piece. Looking online, I saw many simple, unadorned moon jars for sale, most in mini size. I was tempted to settle but they were just too small.
And then.
I found a potter in Brooklyn who made them, and started a dialogue. Was it insulting to tell him that I desired something so specific? It turned out he was happy to make me one. It’s the moon. Beautiful, serene, and powerful.
You can find Dave Kim at Instagram @davekimthepotter. Take a look. Lose your heart. It’s worth it.
Photo by Sister72
To all who celebrate!
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