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Worlds Collide!

Attention, LJ-ers: literaticat is a rare jewel – the kind of person who is as funny in person as she is online!

Just thought you ought to know.

I, in comparison, occasionally manage a witticism in writing, but fail to amuse in person. That’s okay. I always remember the description of Ernest Hemingway by his newspaper editor boss: “a curiously inarticulate young man.”

So I went to meet a new baby, and ended up meeting Chris Crutcher.

My weekend trip to Half Moon Bay coincided with the Chris Crutcher event at Books, Inc. (in San Francisco). I got to meet susanwrites and sarazarr – and new friend caeliste. I had succeeded in channeling my inner teenager so thoroughly in preparation for the teen-books event that I was sporting a zit the size of a lighthouse beacon. Nice! Yes, nice to meet you, Mr. Crutcher! No, don’t stare directly at it … save your vision!

literaticat, sarazarr, caeliste, and I sallied forth for appetizers and drinks after the event. We laughed and talked (about oral sex, apparently … but only in a literary sense … not stylistically). I felt a bit like a slow-witted Valley Girl in the presence of Dorothy Parker and her brilliant circle. It was a collision of bloggers and real live people! Thank you three for my Big Night in the City.

A huge golden half moon was hanging in the sky as I drove back to Half Moon Bay. It was a poem in the sky.

The real poetry of the trip, however, I was able to hold in my arms. My sister gave birth to a gorgeous, sweet baby boy on August 25. I miss him already. I baked cobbler, I ran errands, I did laundry. I brought him his first CD – complete with his very own song. We all cried while we listened to it.

I spent the weekend at the beach and my feet never touched the sand. But my hands cradled a newborn.

The beach will still be there next time I go.

The newborn will be gone.


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Sep. 14th, 2005 12:23 am (UTC)
Aww, you are too sweet.

You totally have to visit me the baby again sooooon!
Sep. 14th, 2005 02:02 am (UTC)
How nice for your sister that you could help her out. Laundry/errands, so big after having a baby! And so great that you could have fun with the LJ-kids. I'm jealous. Chris Crutcher was in Iowa on Monday night, giving a Banned Books Week talk at Iowa State University, but I had to miss him for Meet The Teacher Night so I could figure out how to handle all this stuff I'm supposed to do with my fourth-grader every night. I hated to miss CC, but sometimes you just gotta do the boring, right thing.
Sep. 14th, 2005 04:03 am (UTC)
It was great to hear him speak. Mostly he read passages from his books, but he also talked about not backing down from your story, not letting others dictate how you tell your story.

It was valuable for me, because both my completed MS and my WIP have some "issues." But I will tell the story the way I want!!

Uh ...

At least until an editor with a contract asks me for revisions.

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Sep. 14th, 2005 05:05 pm (UTC)
Oh, girlfriend!

All of the places that came before ... brought you to the life you lead now. The rich, full one!
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Sep. 20th, 2005 12:36 am (UTC)
Ohhh, that precious little human made me feel like swooning ... his studying gaze and his wide-open arms and his abhorrence of diaper changes.

The baby, I mean.

Not Chris Crutcher.

He slept on my chest a couple of times - even his baby pee wetting my shirt felt like a blessing.

Hey! In a twist of coincidence, guess whose book was among those I purchased from Books, Inc. on this very trip?

That's right, missy. Yours!

Yes, I am one of the few ARC-less people who reads these blogs. I actually BUY the books ... I want extra points for that!

As soon as I finish The Historian (oh God, please let the slogging be ovverrrr!), you're up next.
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Sep. 28th, 2005 08:49 pm (UTC)
Let the gushing commence! (Grab an umbrella!)
Finished A Room on Lorelei Street last night.




So beautiful.

So holding-my-breath in the last chapters. I wanted to reach into the book and pull Zoe (Zoe!! Three little letters.) into a tight hug and try to stop some of her pain.

Okay, I must stop now or the fawning will turn messy.

I loved your book.

The End.

P.S. I heard Rosemary Stimola speak at the New York SCBWI conference almost two years ago. She was great. I always remember her saying in response to someone's comment about profanity in MG and YA books, "I say the word 'fuck.' I say it a LOT."

MY kinda woman.

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