I think maybe it is, folks!
Kara, basically my one & only friend out here in the Hinterlands – and she’s from New York originally, so I guess that explains it.
But anyway. As luck would have it, Kara has been reading my novel, Freak Parade. We got together for dinner in town last night and to go see a play (a revival of Gypsy), and she brought me a Christmas present!
This is not an appeal for anyone to read Freak Parade, it’s just that, in the book, the main character, Eugenia Sharpe, always drinks Wild Turkey & Diet Coke. And this is what Kara got me – a bourbon flask!!
Yes, I used to also drink Wild Turkey & Diet Coke. But let’s not have that conversation again about fiction versus memoir!
I don’t drink Wild Turkey anymore – I can’t handle hard liquor since becoming a vegetarian. But I was still overjoyed to receive this gift and will just treasure it forever.
It is so wonderful to have a friend and to have the friendship just happen organically, you know? It’s not based on any sort of networking at all. Knowing Kara has really been incredible. I’ve blogged about her before – she is definitely on her own planet, but it’s a planet I always enjoy visiting.
At one point, I finally told her I was a writer and she started not only buying my books, but also reading them! And we’re still friends. Go figure…
I don’t tell anyone out here that I’m a writer. I came out here to the Hinterlands, to this wonderful, tiny, crazy town, to live in obscurity. To have no past for anyone to know about; no career; no identity. In fact, I always remove my middle name from everything out here because it makes me even more intensely obscure once my middle name is removed. I try to be friendly and everything when I’m actually out in the town and have to interact with people, but mostly I settled here because I just wanted to be a woman who practically didn’t exist anymore except when I was upstairs at my desk, all alone, writing.
In the last 15 years or so, I systematically lost pretty much everything in my life that meant anything to me. All I had left was my writing, and then my ministry. And I found a way to be content with that. I really thought that was going to be my life – writing, house in the middle of nowhere, 8 semi-feral cats, cemetery plot up the road.
I was so totally okay with that until I fell in love. And then everything inside me changed and my head exploded. (I think that exploding head is what caused me to lose my mind – just a wild guess. Perhaps it’s on the floor here somewhere…) And then suddenly I wanted EVERYTHING.
But wait, I know what that means – it means you will once again lose everything. I can’t go there again, can I? The prospects of all that loss will kill me.
But who knows, right? I just gotta learn how to wake-up in the morning and try not to make everybody crazy right along with me. A tall order these days, gang! But I’m working on it.
And speaking of work… I gotta get back to the new novel today. So I’m off!
Enjoy Thursday, wherever you are in the world! Thanks for visiting. In spite of everything I grumble about, I’m real glad our paths are crossing, gentle readers. I mean that. See ya!
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