Now to another thing dealing with writing. While driving to Centerville on Cape Cod last week, I kept Linda from leaping from the car (she's not a happy rider when there are large trucks rolling by), listened to some CD's, looked at the scenery, and cursed out a couple of the aforementioned trucks, although most of them were being perfectly harmless, in their loud, diesel-fumy way. And though preoccupied with those other things, the corner of mind in charge of play ideas labored on. By the time we were at my brother's house, I was able to sit down and make a brief outline of what I believe is a satisfactory way to end the tale.
This afternoon before Panera's I went to Barnes and Noble and bought JEFF HERMAN'S GUIDE TO BOOK PUBLISHERS, EDITORS, & LITERARY AGENTS. It's a great source, chocked full of info, names, addresses on where to send what you would like to publish. And because I do SUMMERPLAY and attend writer's conferences and such, I can declare it's audacious $32.27 cost on my income tax.
I think I'm going to buy a new car tomorrow. I think I may buy the front wheel drive version of the Mercury Mariner. Linda has the four wheel drive version. Mine would get 28 mph on the highway. Is it weird if a husband and wife own basically the same car? Is it like wearing matching sweaters? Comments are welcome.
Good one Greg! I think matching sweaters is completely OK as long as they are not Christmas sweaters. Just don't get the same color.
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