Saturday, October 08, 2005

I'm doing research for my NaNoWriMo novel. The librarian probably thinks I've cracked...on my last visit, I checked out five books with titles like Being a Widow and Stepmothering and Helping Your Struggling Teenager. Since I'm obviously too young to have a teenager, as is Cowboy, and since Cowboy was there at the library too, she knows I'm not a widow or raising a struggling stepteen. Of course, she was too nice to ask why I was getting such odd books. All she said was, "Weren't you just here last night?"

So anyway, now you know that my NaNoWriMo novel deals with widowhood, stepchildren, and struggling teenagers. I'll tell you its title too: No Crystal Stair. It's from a line in "Mother to Son", my favorite Langston Hughes poem.

2 comments:

  1. Being a librarian would be fascinating, watching what people check out for reading material...

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  2. When I was a cashier at WalMart during my summer breaks from college, I would make up little scenarios in my head from the weird things people buy. A toilet brush and rubbing alcohol...hmm. Peanut butter and olives...hmm. Mouse poison and grape nuts...hmm.

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