writerscramp
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About me
If you were to throw up your hands in exasperation and yell "it's the story of my life," what would you be talking about?
I'm the luckiest girl in the world - I never throw my hands up. Until I'm dancin' my heart out.
Besides SMITH, I read stories at:
the library, in the New Yorker and online whenever I need inspiration and/or a break from writing.
In bed I like to read:
contemporary works about modern life. You'll never find Jane Austen on my night table.
My favorite story of all time is:
one about a psychotherapist that I was told by a friend, who'd read it in The New Yorker. I don't want to butcher it here, but it is one of the very few stories that has stayed with me since its first telling.
Right now, I'm reading:
The Heights by Peter Hedges. I am reading it while having lunch, in between things and basically whenever I can justify reading instead of working. Haven't been this captivated by a book in a long time.
Sigh.
Latest Memoir (of 56):
I am fascinated by our past.
- I am fascinated by our past.
- I will never forget you. Ever,.
- You think you are really something.
- Remember that night at the gallery?
- I don't remember how we met.
- Stainless steel appliances: hand-print galleries.
- Girls in hats: mysterious, intelligent, reckless.
- What if we met again? Gasp.
- You moved. I stayed. Win-win, no?
- What was it about her, huh?
- Wish you'd told me about her.
- You didn't cheat. You just slipped.
- Did you mean what you said?
- Eyes up here! On second thought...
- Why did you leave? Oh, her.
