Wednesday, March 18, 2009


I've been revising The Bodley Boys to resubmit to an agent. Last night, fueled by ideas that wanted out, I worked from 1:30-5:30am. I felt possessed, as if I were just a go-between to get the words written.

Today, my son and I were going through my father's WWII letters for a school history project. We haven't gotten very far, but I just found this bit in one of his letters:

July 16, 1945

“I wrote a short story today. After I edit it I think I’ll send it to a magazine just for the hell of it. Most of the guys think it is pretty good—but it really isn’t too hot. Maybe I can rework it.”

How timely, as I'm doing my own revisions to find this gem from the past. And to see a bit of my father's personality as well.


Kim Bullock said...

How cool is that!

Elizabeth said...

Are those little glances wonderful when they happen???

Joan Mora said...

Yes!! And we're still reading.

Anonymous said...

Did I write that comment? I totally don't remember doing so. Weird. And it doesn't even seem to make any sense.

Elizabeth (again?)

Anonymous said...

Oops--wasn't me. No wonder it didn't make any sense to me. No wonder I don't recall writing it.

Must take meds.