Today is all about yesterday. Well, not yesterday, exactly, but some blog posts from the past that need updating, or that I'm still thinking about:
- First, my two posts about questions, "Why is a Bicycle?" and "P.S. Let Me Expand on That...,"dovetail nicely with the 7-Imps 7 Kicks post featuring Trudy White and her new book, Could You? Would You? I posted my answer to one of Trudy's evocative questions over at 7-Imps in the comments, but I'm re-posting here because it's so much fun. Go over to 7-Imps if you want to play along:
Question: How would someone find you in a crowd? My answer: 1) The super-secret-draw-no- attention-to-either-of-us way: Look at each person’s right hand. When you find the one that always has a ruby ring that’s the color of love on the fourth finger, stop and introduce yourself. 2) The I-don’t-care-who-sees-us method: Hire Paul Simon to play “Diamonds on the Soles of her Shoes.” I’ll find you on the dance floor.
- Next, Jacquelynn Buck, the photographer I wrote about and who took my author picture, has a new photo blog, A Journey. She and her camera will be blogging their way through North and South Carolina for seven weeks. Ride along if you want.
- Remember the poem I posted a few Poetry Fridays back: "On turning a t-shirt right side out"? Well, I'm dreaming of having it put on the back of a t-shirt. Is that crazy? I'm a fan of poetry being out there in the world on buses and on the backs of cereal boxes and yes, on clothes. In fact, I would even like to design a line of clothing in which poems are printed on the inside of garments, so only you know they're there, like secret armor. But anyway, back to my more doable t-shirt idea: how would I have this made so it looks really chic? Downright arty, in fact? Most do-it-yourself shirt places only do big slogans in ALL CAPS. And I really need it to fit me, so no men's shirts. And I like white, but it can't be that see-through stuff. (Stacy and Clinton: look the other way. I know how you feel about message shirts.)
- I'm loving Poetry Friday so much that I put a button in the sidebar, with links to 1) Chicken Spaghetti's handy-dandy explanation for the phenomenon, 2) the creator of the Poetry Friday button, and 3) a quick link to all of my poetry posts in one place.
- I also took my post, "Enter" and made it my Mission Statement: This is why I write (you can see it there under my blog archive.)
- Remember my post about last lines? Well, I changed the last lines of my second book, again. Actually, my husband (and then, my agent) told me I had ended the story, like four different ways. Hmmm. Tweak, tweak.
That's it! Back to the present. Unless I decide to watch Spock fall in love with Zarabeth in
All Our Yesterdays. (Sorry, Shakespeare, I know you had the original: "
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools/The way to dusty death.")
