As you know from previous posts - this writing life is not always rewarding or glamourous. Heck, most times it's downright hard!
As you also know, I am forever throwing in the towel and looking for a "real" job -- whatever that is.
I've always known that I was put here to be a writer -- but sometimes I think that maybe I made that memory up. I do have some mentally unhinged folk in my family - so you know maybe delusion is in the bloodline. However, today that fear was put to rest when I visited my website and found a note from one my high school teachers. I don't remember her, because it's been like twenty-eight years and too many bottles of wine since I graduated -- but she remembers me. She remembers me very, very well:
Bernice:
The year you were a freshman at SCA I didn't teach English. The next year, when you would have been my student, I moved to Gary, Indiana. I remember you from a one-week mini-course in creative writing, however--and you produced some stunning things then. I'm a fan and have used The Warmest December with a book club. Just finished Glorious. Magnificent! Sister Donna Marie speaks of you often. Count me as a big fan of yours.
Sister Pamela Smith
Bluffton, South Carolina
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