I’ve read some of your stories and I’m simply not on the same level. Some days I’m better than others. I know I have a story. People I’ve known for years constantly say things like, “Tell that one _______ just one more time.
I believe being Southern has a lot to do with the need to “make it last.” So many extraordinary Southern Authors lay waste to theory that correlation doesn’t prove causation.
Another comment I get a lot is I write movies. I’ve never seen a screen play. If something is sad I try to tell it in a way that makes people laugh. I have a recent example. I needed some information from a governmental agency. Almost a contradiction in terms. This took place over the phone. Finally I said, ” I want you to listen to me and do not interrupt until I’m finished. I want you to stare into that black hole you call a computer screen and read me what it says.” He replied, ” I can’t mam. I’m blind. I’m wearing headphones and the computer is telling me what I need to know.” I wanted to have a black hole suck me into it. Of course I apologized but that hasn’t helped me. Everyone I told laughed.
Everyone believes their lives are special and they are; often in a quiet but lasting and a meaningful way. My life has been loud, chaotic, scary, unpredictable. Sometimes cruel and abusive. There are incidents I leave out to preserve credibility. However, this is what I know, I have a guardian Angel in need of a vacation. Guiding, unseen (most of the time) entity in charge. I still have choice but when I know I’ve made the wrong one, I don’t have to wait for the verdict.
I’m getting old. Soon to be 66. There’s not a single living soul who knows the whole story. The obvious answer would be to pay someone. I can’t afford to do that. I’m asking you people of talent for advice and want to thank you, in advance, for reading this.