Pretty sunsets, too. We've had temps in the 70s the last couple of days--rain forecast for the weekend. I hope we get some. The daffodils along the woods are finally up (about two weeks late, due to the cold in January), and a little bit of rain would go a long way. The bluebonnets could use a good drenching, too. With rain, we'll have a lovely crop. Without it--well, let's just say that unless it rains, there's no point in your driving from Illinois to Texas just to see the bluebonnets. (The Fredericksburg Chamber of Commerce doesn't want me to say this, I'm sure.)
I got tagged a while back, by Helen Ginger. Usually, I skip these things, but this one was a good question. I'm supposed to tell you five things you might not know about me. So here they are.
- In my teens, I graduated from a very small Illinois high school. There were only 42 in our class.
- In my twenties, in college, I wanted to major in Geology. But my professors talked me out of it. They told me it was a "man's profession." They were probably right, but I shouldn't have let that stop me.
- In my thirties, I sailed small boats on San Francisco Bay. I loved to sail, and when I moved to Texas, I bought a Melges 20. It was a man's boat, demanded a lot of muscle. But I didn't let that stop me. (The link isn't to my boat, but mine looked just like that one. Fun to see it again, after all this time! Makes me wish I had that tiller in my hand.)
- In my forties, I lived in New Orleans, where I was dean of Newcomb College. I used to go fishing with one of the women faculty members who knew every bayou like the back of her hand. She knew lots of great New Orleans stories, too.
- In my early fifties, I started the China Bayles series. You see--there's hope for us golden oldies.
I'm going to pass the tag along to Karen McInnerney, mainly because I want to know more about her.
I'm writing again, and loving it. I've gone back to Nightshade, so I can get it finished and off to New York before I go back to the memoir project. I'm always afraid, when I come back to a book after a while, that I won't like it. But Nightshade seems to work. I'm having fun with it.
Oh, and next week, it'll be time to prune the roses!
Reading Note. The thing about writers that people don't realize is that a lot of what they do is play. You know, playing around with. That doesn't mean that it isn't serious or that it doesn't have a serious meaning or a serious intention. But it's still play.--Margaret Atwood