Small world
So, one of Mark's students for the past, oh, year, "T" was sitting at out kitchen table having a meal with us the other night. (Actually, we really call him T. His name is a little odd and it took us awhile to get it down. By the time we did, he was already "T".) He's a young guy, 19, I think, and he spent a last year in Japan as an exchange student.
By "one of Mark's students" I mean martial arts students. Since he teaches high school English, too, I suppose I should be specific.
Anyway, he's sitting there, and something comes up about Writer's Weekend, and then Mark asked about the NaNo project, and how close I was to being done, and T gets this shocked look on his face.
T: You write? Like books?
Me: Um, yeah. You didn't know that? So does Mark.
T: Seriously? I never knew that. Hey, my grandmother's like a famous author!
Me: Really? Who?
T: Jean Auel
Me and Mark: ...
T: You know, Clan of the Cave Bear?
Me: Yeah, I know. She's your grandmother?
T: Yeah!
And he went on to tell us about the fabulous condo she has that's like a museum with all this artwork and one of a kind artifact type pieces she owns, and how she gave each of her grandchildren a college fund, which is how he's currently paying for college, and how he's read the draft of her final book.
Me: Um, final book? I thought Shelters of Stone was it?
T: Nope. Ayla has more stuff in store for her. It's a good book, the last one. Hey, if you have them, I can get your copies signed for you! She loves it when her grandkids visit and ask to have stuff signed for their friends.
Apparently she lives like, right here in the Pacific Northwest. I never knew that, either.
Small world, people. Small world.
By "one of Mark's students" I mean martial arts students. Since he teaches high school English, too, I suppose I should be specific.
Anyway, he's sitting there, and something comes up about Writer's Weekend, and then Mark asked about the NaNo project, and how close I was to being done, and T gets this shocked look on his face.
T: You write? Like books?
Me: Um, yeah. You didn't know that? So does Mark.
T: Seriously? I never knew that. Hey, my grandmother's like a famous author!
Me: Really? Who?
T: Jean Auel
Me and Mark: ...
T: You know, Clan of the Cave Bear?
Me: Yeah, I know. She's your grandmother?
T: Yeah!
And he went on to tell us about the fabulous condo she has that's like a museum with all this artwork and one of a kind artifact type pieces she owns, and how she gave each of her grandchildren a college fund, which is how he's currently paying for college, and how he's read the draft of her final book.
Me: Um, final book? I thought Shelters of Stone was it?
T: Nope. Ayla has more stuff in store for her. It's a good book, the last one. Hey, if you have them, I can get your copies signed for you! She loves it when her grandkids visit and ask to have stuff signed for their friends.
Apparently she lives like, right here in the Pacific Northwest. I never knew that, either.
Small world, people. Small world.