June 25th, 2009

It’s a good thing my life as a writer isn’t a reality show. Nothing could be more boring. I spend a great deal of my day just looking for my reading glasses. When I find them I’m going to go back to researching the life of Elizabeth Custer for the new book I?m writing. I’ll have to make a trip to Monroe, Michigan to get all the information I need. That’s where Mrs. Custer was born. Guess I’ll go there after I get back from San Antonio and the Western Writers History Association conference. I’ve spent some time today mailing off review copies of Thunder Over the Prairie and praying the movie goes through with Hallmark. I’d be so thrilled if that happened! I imagine myself in the audience when the theatre goes dark and the film starts. Of course first there will be the dancing candy ad that theatres always run before the movie begins. That ad was always a little disturbing to me. If the candy can dance, and for that matter, play musical instruments, why should I get up, go to the snack bar, and buy the candy? Why can’t it just walk down the aisle and meet me at my seat? And why does a Coke cost more than the ticket? The Cokes the theatres serve are so big you could swim in them. Halfway through the movie I’m so bloated I have to step outside for twenty minutes of dialysis, which means I have to come back the next day and see the movie again to find out the part I missed. Perhaps I’ve shared too much. If I could find my glasses I’d reread what I’ve written and delete the part about being bloated. But I don’t know where the glasses are! Maybe they’re with the television remote. That’s been missing since Monday.