Thoughts, updates, detachment, etc
These are some of the things that have happened or I pondered lately:
I saw my nieces last week. Kate was attached to me, Megan wouldn't leave Gerry, and Emma drew crowds of people with her happiness, laughing, and cuteness.
They're filming at the old library (Highlandtown) down the street. It's currently a paint store set in the 50s. Movie has that girl Renee Zellweger. *shrug* I got to see some of the set from the bus and the 50s cars around amuse me highly. Lydia says I should wander down and try to get on set. Right.
The name of the film is "My One and Only"
Last week I did a presentation on a quick how-to on flannelboard pieces. Dr. Betsy wrote me an email:
"As I mentioned to you, Children and Libraries is always looking for good articles. I believe that your hand-out for the workshop would make an excellent "how-to" article for that publication." The editor of said publication, who was cc'd on the email said, "I am indeed always looking for articles for CAL, especially ones on successful programming. I'm actually working on submissions for our winter issue of CAL, and all copy is due to me by Aug. 1 for that issue."
Now, think about this. If I am successful, that means publication.
Me.
Does not compute.
Zandra said that I could tour the state (nation!) giving lectures on flannelboard pieces.
Does not compute.
Anyways, got a flash drive.
Up to my knees in Summer Reading.
Bought a pair of capri pants. (Yeah, I know . . . shocking!)
Want a puppy.
Ironically thinking of moving back to PA.
My hair needs to grow about 10 inches before it can wrap around my head again.
I could get published.
I want to get back into writing.
I met and talked with the Newbery Award winning author Laura Schlitz last week. She wrote Good Masters! Sweet Ladies! Voices from a Medieval Village (which is an interesting book that all the little stories work in tandem) and I actually did talk with her. Asked her a bit about writing. She looked at me and said, "You're a writer, aren't you?" I said I dabbled.
She's me in 30 years. She's short, pudgy, had her long hair wrapped up around her head, talked a great deal, told entertaining stories, is a librarian, and hates wearing shoes.
I have a boyfriend and a friend and we're living like Three's Company in our apartment . . . except there's no real happiness. To be truthful, I'm at my wits end about it all and I don't just don't know what to say or do anymore. It's not all my battle to fight. But I want things to be happy.
'Cept Gerry's Anne, Cassie is Chris-Luke, and I'm playing the part of Cassie. (If you remember that ordeal back in, what? 2004-05, I think it was.) I think I know one of the solutions, but I don't like it.
I've packed on pounds and in the two years being down here, gone up two sizes. I don't know what to do . . . (besides the obvious)
I have four days off this week. Hopefully I can have time to think.
Except part of me thinks I should go back to PA to visit . . .
Maybe in August.
You ever sit in the car and wonder if you can open the door as the vehicle is speeding down the road at 70mph?
Well, duty calls. Back to putting away books.
I saw my nieces last week. Kate was attached to me, Megan wouldn't leave Gerry, and Emma drew crowds of people with her happiness, laughing, and cuteness.
They're filming at the old library (Highlandtown) down the street. It's currently a paint store set in the 50s. Movie has that girl Renee Zellweger. *shrug* I got to see some of the set from the bus and the 50s cars around amuse me highly. Lydia says I should wander down and try to get on set. Right.
The name of the film is "My One and Only"
Last week I did a presentation on a quick how-to on flannelboard pieces. Dr. Betsy wrote me an email:
"As I mentioned to you, Children and Libraries is always looking for good articles. I believe that your hand-out for the workshop would make an excellent "how-to" article for that publication." The editor of said publication, who was cc'd on the email said, "I am indeed always looking for articles for CAL, especially ones on successful programming. I'm actually working on submissions for our winter issue of CAL, and all copy is due to me by Aug. 1 for that issue."
Now, think about this. If I am successful, that means publication.
Me.
Does not compute.
Zandra said that I could tour the state (nation!) giving lectures on flannelboard pieces.
Does not compute.
Anyways, got a flash drive.
Up to my knees in Summer Reading.
Bought a pair of capri pants. (Yeah, I know . . . shocking!)
Want a puppy.
Ironically thinking of moving back to PA.
My hair needs to grow about 10 inches before it can wrap around my head again.
I could get published.
I want to get back into writing.
I met and talked with the Newbery Award winning author Laura Schlitz last week. She wrote Good Masters! Sweet Ladies! Voices from a Medieval Village (which is an interesting book that all the little stories work in tandem) and I actually did talk with her. Asked her a bit about writing. She looked at me and said, "You're a writer, aren't you?" I said I dabbled.
She's me in 30 years. She's short, pudgy, had her long hair wrapped up around her head, talked a great deal, told entertaining stories, is a librarian, and hates wearing shoes.
I have a boyfriend and a friend and we're living like Three's Company in our apartment . . . except there's no real happiness. To be truthful, I'm at my wits end about it all and I don't just don't know what to say or do anymore. It's not all my battle to fight. But I want things to be happy.
'Cept Gerry's Anne, Cassie is Chris-Luke, and I'm playing the part of Cassie. (If you remember that ordeal back in, what? 2004-05, I think it was.) I think I know one of the solutions, but I don't like it.
I've packed on pounds and in the two years being down here, gone up two sizes. I don't know what to do . . . (besides the obvious)
I have four days off this week. Hopefully I can have time to think.
Except part of me thinks I should go back to PA to visit . . .
Maybe in August.
You ever sit in the car and wonder if you can open the door as the vehicle is speeding down the road at 70mph?
Well, duty calls. Back to putting away books.