I can’t believe this Round Robin session has swooped down onto us so quickly – but sorry, Jane, I forgot about it until you sent me a reminder e-mail! Anyway, I’ve been very forgetful lately. Is it early Alzheimer’s? Must be. After all, my father’s in Stage 2 right now. He progressed (or regressed?) to the incontinence stage a few months ago. At least he still remembers who I am – though we don’t think he really knows my name, all by itself. My nasty brother Jeff won’t let me ask him the questions to understand why that is however.
There you go – you’ve got two details most people don’t know. My father has Alzheimer’s Disease and I’ve got a big fat jerk for a brother. Well, let me rephrase that last one. I’ve got a brother who’s been behaving like a big fat jerk. Otherwise I love him. And that’s the third thing most people don’t know about me. I love my big fat jerk-behaving brother. So I’m done, right? Wrong.
This fall is a sentinel one in terms of my writing career. I’m on the cusp of publishing the novel I started four years ago at the Writing Salon – “Agnes Limerick, Free and Independent.” The publisher’s been contracted, the book’s been designed, and the final proofreader will be done in just a couple of days. So look for it in print before this Round Robin session is over. Now that’s news … and I owe about 65% of it to the nurturing teachers and students at the Writing Salon. No bullshit ... but lots of people know this about me, so it's nothing especially new.
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