Sunday, September 25, 2011

St. Louie Was Good To Me


This was the view from our hotel room.

I feel like I could just stop right there and it would be enough.

Of all of the views I've ever had, this may be the prize winner.


And if I scrunched way up against the wall, this was the view.

I think you see my point here, but I'll continue on anyway, because, as you know, I'm prosey to begin with. Send me off to a writer's conference for four days and you can imagine what it does to me.

And if you're wondering what sorts of things happen at writer's conferences (I'm sure you're all burning with interest...), it's this: "You have five minutes to write eight lines of dialogue between two people at the fair. Go!"

"Kenny's doing tattoos tonight after shut-down in the whack-a-mole truck."

Nick pulled up his shirt sleeve and inspected his right bicep. "Who's he doin' 'em for?"

"I guess whoever. His girl got locked up last night for battery. He's gotta make her bail."

"Becky got locked up?" He shoved his hands back into his pockets.

"Yeah. She bit Crystal out by the kiddie rides."

"Why'd she do that?"

"Crystal told that new girl at corn dogs that Kenny's a good kisser."

"Huh. Guess I didn't know she cared so much." Nick spit on the dirt and ground the toe of his boot into it.

"So, wanna go over with me? Get some ink?"

"Naw. I think Becky's just fine sittin' in jail."


Pretty sure my award is in the mail for that inspired piece of art. What do you think? Should I scrap everything and start fresh with Nick??


This was the view out the window of the holding cell for writer's waiting to go into agent/editor appointments. I was pretty twitchy when I took this shot. My pits were flaring up a little.




And now, a word on Courtney. She kept me up until all ungodly hours of the night talking about Robert Downey Jr. and church. She helped me brainstorm for my book and listened when I wanted to re-count an awkward encounter for the eleventh time in two hours.

I'm not a big snorter, but if I were, I would have snorted myself into a sinus infection because she's so dang funny. She's the one who bossed me into going to this conference in the first place. She has encouraged me every step of the way in my writing, and that's a big gift, because she's a published writer. She doesn't hoard her talent, she shares it.

She's also a fibber, because she told me she knew "five" people who would be there then proceeded to get mobbed and hugged to death by droves of people who also know how rad she is.

She lugged a quart jug of coffee creamer around in her purse every day so her coffee would be just right and she spilled sun-dried tomatoes on the buffet counter then scooped them up and back on to her plate. Swoony, right? I thought so.


She didn't ask questions when I put this exact same pair of socks on every. single. night. She didn't begrudge my bedtime beauty.


This is her friend (my new friend) Deb Raney, another accomplished author.

It warmed me right up to sit and listen to other writers talk about things that spoke to my soul. What a privilege, to learn from them. They were encouraging beyond everything I could have hoped. This girl in particular, who looked me straight in the heart and settled me down when I really needed it. Also? She won a big fat award last night and gave a most charming acceptance speech.


It's official: I want to be an author when I grow up.

I've got my work cut out for me with my book. It's time to buckle down and bring it all home. Thanks a mil, Louie. You gave me just the inspiration I needed.


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Thanks for helping me give Summer her due. It was fun to be reminded of her very best qualities.

The winner is:

Sarah said...

Camping-- sitting by the lake, bicycling on paths through the woods, campfires...

Email me, Sarah!


I'm also sending columbine seeds to three grand finalists, though I can't promise what variety they'll be.

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lauren said...

one of my favorite things about summer??? right.. like i can just go and pick. like the minute i say one out loud the thousand other things won't remind me of their goodness and i'll call a take back. if you forced me down the decisive path.. i would have to say it's the sun. the deep, turns me inside out sun that melts me into a puddle. the kind of sun that warms your bones and leaves you mellow and good straight through. summer can't be over... except fall is pretty good too. it's possible my favorite part of every season is the very first day it arrives. :)

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Micah Jamie said...

Fantastic giveaway! So generous & kind. I love floating down the river on our boat with friends the most :).

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Kim said...

What is not to love about summer? For me it is the sloooow mornings - no rushing for breakfast, searching for homework or running for the bus. It doesn't get much better than that. Thanks for the giveaway!!


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