Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Lady of the Night
Another all-night rendevous with Charlie brings the total to four this week as we arrive home in time to greet the morning sun. Our duo has grown to the Three Old Stoogies with the addition of Dick, a cute little guy with a great sense of humor and a jillion rib tickling true stories. I am the oldest and biggest of the group, like stairsteps in size and age, so you can imagine what a ridiculous sight we are on the fringes of the movie set, laughing like a trio of banshees.
Let me give you a sample of how things generally work out for me. I recently asked for people to review my book, Absence of Grief, and the first two respondents were named Richard. The first guy used the nickname Dick, so I autographed the book using that moniker. A few days later when the next request for a book arrived, I started to sign it and automatically wrote Dick instead of Richard, re-thought it and got a fresh book, addressing it to Richard. Now I'm left with a book that says Dick on the flyleaf, which I stick in my purse.
Sitting at a table last night while waiting for some movie action, the thought occurred to me that next to me was a cute guy named Dick who had shown some interest in my writing, so I took it out, finished the note and closed the book. Dick looked over and asked, "Is that one of your books? Could I read it?"
If my new friend Dick is anything like the average Joe, he will have friends or family who are bipolar and/or alcoholic. Richard, the reviewer does. Two people in the tire store did. A lady in the singing group does. Coincidence?
Speaking of which, I gotta go practice with the singing group.
The Lady of the Night
Cora Gail Trent
www.cgtrent.com
Let me give you a sample of how things generally work out for me. I recently asked for people to review my book, Absence of Grief, and the first two respondents were named Richard. The first guy used the nickname Dick, so I autographed the book using that moniker. A few days later when the next request for a book arrived, I started to sign it and automatically wrote Dick instead of Richard, re-thought it and got a fresh book, addressing it to Richard. Now I'm left with a book that says Dick on the flyleaf, which I stick in my purse.
Sitting at a table last night while waiting for some movie action, the thought occurred to me that next to me was a cute guy named Dick who had shown some interest in my writing, so I took it out, finished the note and closed the book. Dick looked over and asked, "Is that one of your books? Could I read it?"
If my new friend Dick is anything like the average Joe, he will have friends or family who are bipolar and/or alcoholic. Richard, the reviewer does. Two people in the tire store did. A lady in the singing group does. Coincidence?
Speaking of which, I gotta go practice with the singing group.
The Lady of the Night
Cora Gail Trent
www.cgtrent.com
