Monday stuff

Had my interview.. went ok. I'm kinda rusty on that type stuff. But, we'll see. I've got my eye on some other places to try. And they're not in Alabama.

Wooo.. scary. Adventurous, really thinking of going somewhere else. Truly, thinking about it.

It could happen.

I think I'm ready.

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THIS IS A RE-POST OF MINE FROM THIS MONTH LAST YEAR (8/09). There's a reason for it.. stay tuned.



Just some thoughts this morning.

Read this book while in the South Carolina low country a few days ago. Saw this movie on the same book last night.

This heroine of all women passed away this week.

Last nite I sat in a bookstore while waiting for the movie time to start. Browsed books ... longingly looked again through Pat Conroy's new book, South of Broad.

But what grabbed me was his cookbook alongside the display of his new book. His cookbook is really a storybook of the essence of Pat Conroy. It is a treasure trove of flavors for the heart and plate alike.

I fell in love with the writing of Mr. Conroy from the first page of the cookbook. He is a soul who gets it. The "it" has no title really.

But he gets it. No, he didn't have a good childhood. He dealt with it, endured it, grew up, wrote about it, and remembers the people who helped him along the way.

Here's a link to the cookbook and his stories of life.

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Conversation with my husband at the bookstore in between my readings aloud to him of the recipes and stories of Pat's. I laughed and I cried and I pasued for very long moments in between. I closed my eyes. I stared out the window into the night at the scene I could not see. I thought of my book I started to write and have not finished. I remembered the sentences in my head. I dreamed of plots. I missed my characters. I remembered the lives of those who inspired me to be more than I have yet to be. I thought of my scars of life. I winced at the realization of my still open wounds that I so often try to ignore.

I say to my husband, "I want to do two things."

Husband, "Ok."

I say, "I want to finish law school (one). I want to write my book (two). I then want to make a million, sit on the beach and read another book."

Husband, "But if you had a million dollars, why go to law school?"

I reply, "If I had ten billion dollars, I would still want to finish law school. It is that important to me. It is that important."

I almost cannot go on until I do.

That is my open wound.

It is not healing and it hurts like hell. My losing season was humiliating and I must get past it. The healing will not begin until I get back in the game. The scar will remain, but not until it becomes one.

Abso - freakin' - lutely

The best new (to me) blog I've come across in a while .. Janis Owens and her Cracker Kitchen. She's awesome. I tell you it's good. I bought her cookbook recently.. loved it. And she knows Pat Conroy. Double awesome.

But I'd like her anyway.. even if she didn't know him.

Seriously.

Now, that's sayin' somethin'.

Update

Surprise.. I'm back. For a bit.

I'm getting in touch with my Appalachian self. Did y'all know I'm from the South? Well you oughta.

More later. Promise.

LIkin' this groove .. mmm .. I'm swayin'

Sweet The Sting @ Yahoo! Video

Reading and listening

Just started reading Karen White's The Lost Hours.. fascinating.. really great story. Also listening to my newest obsession .. Guy Clark.. super talented (one of the very best) song writers.. and he plays guitar and sings quite well.. love this guy.

Love is under-rated. Well.. I do like to listen to him an awful lot.

And I'm still writing.