Today is one of those snooze button days. I absolutely will not be rushed today. I am comfortable, wound up in the comforter, snuggled into my pillows (yes, plural). The children are quietly building and destroying wooden block towers. I am certain I could raise my voice, and they would stop. It is not worth it.
In M3’s 250th post, we are going to take a very large detour. No construction barrels or barricades were harmed in the making of this post.
Do you recall The Night Scene? Click on the link, since it will open in another window. You may just need to see it to understand what is to follow. And you may need to sit down before we get to the end.
Thank you to everyone who sounded off on Talk Tuesday! The discussion kicked off a little late and ran well into Wednesday morning. (Scribbles into calendar not to schedule opposite the State of the Union address next year. Rethinks Super Tuesday as well.) For the first part of this series, we are going to begin in the middle. Novel, eh? Consider it a page torn from George Lucas.
There is nothing like hanging out over a cuppa with Kerry Michael Wood in the M3 Coffee Shoppe. Time came for Red to staple the funny man to the floor about his adventures in the virtual writing world and his book, Past Imperfect, Present Progressive.
M3: Okay, give me the line your press agent writes on your jacket cover so the M3 Readers know who I am interviewing.
Kerry Michael Wood
KMW: Kerry Michael Wood is a Yale undergraduate (1959) with a Master’s in English from San Jose State. He taught English and other subjects for 38 years in California high schools public and private and three years in Istanbul. He co-authored numerous literature textbooks and self-published a memoir in his retirement. He now freelances.
Over the course of the last week, I have been involved in many discussions about marriage. Most all of the discussions broached divorce as well. While statistics to the contrary are rampant, the prevailing myth is most marriages fail. Rather than get into a lengthy debate, whip out my BlackBerry and Google the truth, I decided to take an entirely different tack.