I would like to say that, were I as inventive as Peaches in the comment section, I would have titled The Two Women post The Parable of Forever 21. Awesome, right? It meets my three requirements for most things, including men: funny, smart, and not terribly serious. The Mister can’t tell a joke to save his life, but two out of three isn’t bad.
Thank you for the lovely comments and emails on that post. No, there isn’t any more. That was it! I was in bed, thinking about the day and telling myself it was perfectly okay to let a Monday go by without a post when the clock struck midnight and I remembered the woman in purple. I knew I would write about her the second I saw that black purse fly into the pew; I just didn’t know I would be the punchline in the end. God giveth the inspiration and the humility, too.
Speaking of feeling bashful and generally staying out of my comment section when people compliment me on my writing because I have trouble remaining objective when it comes to anything I do, BlogHer syndicated my Boston Cream Cheesecake post. You can read it right here, if you haven’t already.
Occasionally I will get an email asking me if I have written anything creative. Aside from the almost daily posting I do here, the answer is no. There is a dream I had in college that I never forgot and would like to write down before it leaves me forever but, other than that, I’ve got nothing. And that is perfectly fine with me. I don’t believe every blogger out there is meant to pen a book and I am not looking for a book deal. I cringe at the thought, even though I didn’t always. It used to sound cool but, honestly? Do we need another memoir or blog-to-book turn around about a stay at home mom? No. What I want, what I miss with every ounce of my being (and that’s a lot of ounces) is some good, old fashioned, fun, won’t go to bed until I finish this book, fiction. I want the next J.K. Rowling to get here already.
I haven’t read as much as I would like this month, but some of the fiction I read and enjoyed include Persuasion by Jane Austen (try to find an edition without such a goofy cover) and The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis. You must read The Screwtape Letters. It’s a collection of correspondence Screwtape, a senior demon in hell, wrote to his nephew, Wormwood, an entry level “tempter.” The letters are mainly instructional for Wormwood and focus on the finer points of turning away a human from God, aka “The Enemy.” The collection is funny, horrifying, and thought provoking. Is there a genre C.S. Lewis didn’t master? The man was a genius. I’m rereading The Chronicles of Narnia right now. (Sorry, I had to link to the expensive leatherbound version. I want it, and family members please note–that would be a much appreciated birthday present.)
Oh, here is one more: Rampant. I haven’t read it and don’t know anyone who has, but I consider it reason #731 why I will leave the professional writing to someone else for now. Violent unicorns that can only be killed by virgins who are descendants of Alexander the Great? Yeah, I’m not that creative. Maybe if I one day have a dream about an anthropomorphic meadow of daisies that devise a plot to take over the world and rule from castles made of terra cotta, I’ll rethink my position. Today I will work on crafting better post titles.