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Tuesday, January 18, 2005

Good Morning World!

It is 7 degrees outside. So cold the dogs are sticking to the sidewalk. The exquisite red-headed woodpecker is happily eating his suet cake and the little birds are ravenous this morning, cracking Sunflower seeds with a passion and kicking off the shells so no litter remains on the feeder.

I was up in the night, worrying about my friend's dog Charley. Charley has acquired a slight mental problem which is making him choose to stay outside rather than come in to his warm, happy, dog-loving home. I hope Charley has worked through his problems and slept the night on his mistress's bed. It is way too cold for man or beast outside, never mind me or a pampered Golden Retriever.

I have decided to rewrite my short story, Feeding the Priest. Haven't even read it in ten years but now that I have, I see a glimmer of "special" in this piece. It needs a new ending and some polishing...hope I can get it where I want it and send it out.

At one time, being published was no big whoop for me. But now it would mean something so much more. I almost have forgotten the joys of seeing my words in print. So wish me luck. This is a beginning. Nothing ever will get published if it sits locked in floppy disks or hidden away in boxes in the attic.

I sent Oprah a note asking her to read "Hamlet's Dresser" and if she does, she will be calling me on the phone saying: Girlfriend, I have to thank you for pointing out what a wonderful book this is and I will humbly say: you are more than welcome.

Although it is freezing in the north, it is comforting to know that it is damn cold in Florida too. My northern friends who moved south delight in telling me the temperature in their town. So it might be cold here, but it isn't exactly balmy where they are either.





2 Comments:

Blogger Unknown said...

Regarding "Hamlet's Dresser"...did you know he was reviewed by:

Frank McCourt
"HAMLET'S DRESSER is a masterpiece...Old Shakespeare himself must be crowing with delight."--This text refers to the Hardcover edition.

AND

Neil Simon
"This is a magnificent book. I have never read anything like it. The writing is masterful, poetic, sad, and brilliant."--This text refers to the Hardcover edition.

6:05 PM  
Blogger mary bishop said...

As a matter of fact, I did know of those reviews. Amazingly high marks from masters in their own right. What most amazes me is seeing this man on a weekly basis teach Shakespeare for a pittance at our local library.

Such love and passion for something that is not living is almost unheard of. Want to sign up for the next class?

9:02 PM  

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