Oh, exciting news this Friday morning, dear blog readers (Self would like to add, as an aside, that the weather today is gorgeous, just gorgeous! Self walked The Ancient One, whose walk now resembles a wave surge more than anything else. That is, the top half of her body is aimed forward, she looks purposeful and determined, but her legs and knees hardly move at all. Oh, poor Ancient One! Perhaps in a decade self, too, will be like you: surging forward, but with failing limbs. AAACH, self, there you go again with your endless digressions and peregrinations! For heaven’s sake, can’t you just get on with the announcement of your piece on Used Furniture Review?)
Um, yes. The endlessly fascinating Used Furniture Review snagged “Jesters.” A short story she wrote while she was in VCCA. All the book titles mentioned in the piece? They were the titles of actual books in the VCCA library. Hmm, maybe self should let the VCCA folks know?
VCCA was helpful in so many other ways: That is where she met Drew the classical composer (formerly of Yellow Springs, Ohio, now of New York City), Lucille Colin the photographer, and Patrick Somerville (Her single most indelible memory of her time at VCCA was of walking from her studio in the barn to the main house, in complete darkness, hoping she didn’t step on a racoon or a fox or anything that might be lurking in the area, and finding a little square of light, not moving, a few yards to the side. So, inching along the lane, self was able to verify that the square of light belonged to a laptop, and the face that hovered intently just a few inches from the screen was Patrick Somerville’s)
WHAT. A. LOOOONG. DIGRESSION. THAT. WAS!!! Phooey!
And now — TARA! — an excerpt from self’s piece:
A strange morning. You woke to a new light, grayish and cool. No longer the intense white glare of the past weeks. Blue mountains now hazy in the distance. Someone told you what they were called, but you immediately forgot.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.