If you could be anywhere, doing anything, a year from today, where/what would you be?
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I’d be eating cookies with you and Mose and Lew at the Red Canoe. We would draw pictures with markers on our napkins and sit in their back garden. Then we’d go pick tomatoes at Dad and Cheryl’s and take them out to Mom’s house where we’d go swimming and eat the tomatoes and corn and pesto for lunch on Mom’s porch.
Aw, aren’t I cute?
But then that afternoon I would fly to Louisiana and ride the car ferry across the river from St. Francisville to New Roads and then New Roads back to St. Francisville while sitting on the equipment boxes feeling the air all muddy and hot, to drink an Abita or three at the Oyster Bar. After which I’d drive (or, responsibly, be driven) down to the Baton Rouge airport to catch a plane down into Mexico and then another to Havana. I’d finish the night up drinking rum and staring out at the Cuban beach. Maybe go for a walk. Fall asleep. Dream good dreams.
I am sure that it will be the same as it is today, running errands, wishing I was back at the beach and getting ready for school/football season. sigh – i hate that my summers “end” at the end of july – why don’t people here in GA get it together and end school in June and start school in September – or at the very least the end of August!
I’d be talking to my editor and agent about the upcoming release of my debut novel, and working on the revisions for the second. A girl can dream, right?
July 21st, 2009 at 10:35 am
I’d be eating cookies with you and Mose and Lew at the Red Canoe. We would draw pictures with markers on our napkins and sit in their back garden. Then we’d go pick tomatoes at Dad and Cheryl’s and take them out to Mom’s house where we’d go swimming and eat the tomatoes and corn and pesto for lunch on Mom’s porch.
Aw, aren’t I cute?
But then that afternoon I would fly to Louisiana and ride the car ferry across the river from St. Francisville to New Roads and then New Roads back to St. Francisville while sitting on the equipment boxes feeling the air all muddy and hot, to drink an Abita or three at the Oyster Bar. After which I’d drive (or, responsibly, be driven) down to the Baton Rouge airport to catch a plane down into Mexico and then another to Havana. I’d finish the night up drinking rum and staring out at the Cuban beach. Maybe go for a walk. Fall asleep. Dream good dreams.
That’s what I hope I’m doing on July 21, 2010.
July 21st, 2009 at 12:43 pm
I am sure that it will be the same as it is today, running errands, wishing I was back at the beach and getting ready for school/football season. sigh – i hate that my summers “end” at the end of july – why don’t people here in GA get it together and end school in June and start school in September – or at the very least the end of August!
July 22nd, 2009 at 12:06 am
I’d be talking to my editor and agent about the upcoming release of my debut novel, and working on the revisions for the second. A girl can dream, right?