Monday, April 16, 2012
I was doing okay until 2012 stomped its big, ugly feet into the room, but since then--not so much. It just feels like I don't have anything interesting or original to say.
(What's that? That was always true? Perhaps, but I wasn't aware of the fact, so it didn't count.)
Anyway, I'm going to try to recharge my batteries by attending the Erma Bombeck Writer's Workshop here in Daytonthis weekend, where I'll have the opportunity to take a lesson from the multi-talented Anna Lefler of Life Just Keeps Getting Weirder, and have her autograph my copy of CHICKtionary.
And I'll maybe get to meet Connie Schultz, winner of the 2005 Pulitzer for Commentary. We're Facebook buddies, but I suspect that's a bigger deal to me than it is to her. Should I tell her I have a crush on her husband, Sherrod Brown? To the point where I give him money? That just the sound of his voice makes chills go down my spine? (Although that may be because his voice sounds like a blender seizing up. )
And maybe I'll meet Ilene Beckerman, who's my hero because she didn't start her writing career till she was nearly 60 and she went on to write a book, Love, Loss and What I Wore, that became a Broadway hit.
And maybe Alan Zweibel, who was one of the original Saturday Night Live writers.
And chat with Katrina Kittle, local author and a woman who's shown me what it means to get over rough ground lightly.
And I'll have a chance to just hang out with other people who want entertain and enlighten.
So cross your fingers that I come back ready to recommit to blogging.
(Or to throw in the towel, whichever outcome seems best to you.)
Posted by Jeanne Estridge at 8:19 AM