Apparently I've moved from Tasmanian-devil speech to obtaining more fancy footwear . I continue to act out.
In the meantime, the three different classes I met with at Wingate University this week all knocked me out with their erudite, thoughtful questions, and their outstanding campus. (Dudes, that is one seriously nice theater y'all had me speak in on Monday night.)
We got to talk about adulthood and aging and how that plays out in my book - and my life, since my book is about my life. We talked about "on and off" time (I think I remember the phrase right) which is when you mature socially early in some things but not in others. Okay I married at 39, and now I understand why, psychologically.
We talked about imaginary friends for kids - good or bad? (Good.) We talked about how to talk to a child about death. We talked about research in writing nonfiction, about the use of the pronoun "I" and why it's hard to do at first. We talked about all kinds of things.
I had a blast. And I got to see old friends K, J, & A, and make new ones in L and MC!
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