Wind-up Author Doll

A rather busy week. In fact, it’s been a blur. I am writing this from a library computer… I’m afraid if I wait too long to update, I’ll forget everything.

It’s already beginning to fade…….

Thanks to everyone who came to Moravian College Tuesday night. It was my good fortune to sit on a panel with David Lubar (one of the funniest guys on the planet) and new author (also a great guy), Paul Acampora. The highlight, of course, was hanging out with my daughter, Stef.

A couple of packed days and nights of school and library visits have followed. Today I am at the Agnes Irwin School just outside Philly. I spoke here a couple years ago, and it has been a delight coming back. When I’m done, it’s back on the road to Lancaster, PA, where tomorrow’s school awaits, as well as daughter Meredith and her friends at Millersville.

I’m still anxiously awaiting word on the condition of my computer. Maybe I should start a vigil. Oh, and there is a case of bubonic plague in Los Angeles. This is the kind of thing that freaks me out.

In honor of National Poetry Month, a quick haiku:

The bubonic plague
infecting with tendrils gray
Powerbook weeping

Not great, but it’s a start.

Happy Feb!

Thank you so much for the great questions you all shared with me yesterday. I will attack (and try to answer) them sporadically through the month. If you think off anything else, just ask.

I am taking a two-day break from my research to work on the outline for WIP2…. I have to see how much I know to figure out how much I don’t know, if that makes any sense.

Today is Langston Hughes’ birthday. When I was growing up, I had a poster in my room with a few lines from one of his poems, “Dreams”.

It read:
“Hold fast to dreams
for if dreams die
life is a broken-winged bird
that cannot fly.”

Words to live by.