Tuesday, September 12, 2006
I was going to compose a post on something writerly and now find jetlag is stealing my energy and making me want to hit the hay. I have been supermom for the last 2 days and deserve some R & R.
Instead I thought I'd share a little encounter I had at my brother-in-law's wedding.
Old Anderson family friend, a retired judge, comes over and says in his raspy Irish accent. "Sooo, I hear you've been writing saucy stories."
I stammer and blush and say, "Well that depends on your point of view, but yes I suppose I have."
He looks at me again, and I am completely unable to predict the direction this conversation is about to take...
"Is it fiction?" He asks.
DH didn't know whether to laugh or cry.