Look!

Look! Look! Not there. Over there, on the right-hand side of this blog. Finally, someone is following my blog!!! Thank you, thank you, thank you to @wordrunner! She is one of my favorite authors. (Yes, you will find a theme in my blog posts.) It is the fantastic Beth Hoffman. She is the author of the wonderful book Saving CeeCee Honeycutt. If you have not read it you should be ashamed of yourself. It is fantastic. I wish I could find a word that really could "show" you how much I loved that book. There are many reasons: she is an excellent writer, that book practically took a picture of my childhood, it will make you cry and it will make you laugh hysterically. I have purchased several copies of this book and made...uh, gave them as gifts to friends and relatives to read. They will, too, because they know I will ask them. I will badger them. Then I will test them. You know how, just say something like..."did you like the part where such and such happened?"  They will reply, "Yes, I loved that part." This is where I will shout, "That is not even in this book! You didn't read it! Snap to it!" ("So let it be written, so let it be done." You know, Yul Brenner, the Pharaoh in the movie "The Ten Commandments.") Well, anyway, thank you Beth for joining me. I don't feel so alone now.

Well I Never...

Well, I never... would have believed that I retired from school teaching after my first lifetime and STILL have not written the first word of the book I have been planning to write since I was 11 years old. How's that for a run on sentence!!!!! My goal is to become an "eccentric character" in my golden years. My family has been so kind as to not tell me what they already think. I will quote from one of my favorite author's book, In The Bleak Midwinter by Julia Spencer-Fleming, "Oh, don't mind me , Reverend. I never felt I could speak my mind when I was teaching, so now that I'm retired, I'm making up for lost time."
(spoken by Miss Bristol) Of course, in my neck of the Alabama woods, we usually just call folks...peculiar. One whole side of my family is just a 'mite peculiar. Including me.
Back to my beginning. I'm sure you are wondering what that would be. I want to be an author when I grow up. I am a writer, because I write. I know I will be a published writer, if the good Lord gives me enough warning, because I plan to write my own obituary. But, I would like to write articles, poems, mysteries, suspense, thrillers - all of it - and be around to hear what is said about it; good, bad, or ugly. Like I said, I AM A WRITER, because I wrote this blog post and hopefully you read it!