In a world where you can be anything, always be yourself. Unless you can be Batman – or have one of the Batmans give your college’s commencement address.
Want to wear socks like the Pope’s? Apparently this is a thing and possible.
Vanity Fair had an interesting first-person narrative about one woman’s adventure with a “magician of Manhattan.”
Fried. Bologna. Sandwiches. I want to go there.
And in the social media world, I just want to say that my cat is eons cooler than I am? Witness that the fiddle player from Old Crow Medicine Show liked one of my Instagram posts. Was it of my adorable kids? My writing world? My love of craft beer? No – he loved the picture of my feline. (Because my cat is rather adorable.)
Listening: The past couple of weeks have been long and rather emotional. I’ve had this song on near constant repeat in my car.
The following lyric has meant a lot to me: “What became of you girl, what became of me? / She said / I had good fortune / Silver silk and wool /
I gave them all away and now my heart is full…”
Reading: Finished Thomas Harris’s “Silence of the Lambs.” And damn. There’s a reason why that book is a classic. Reading “Red Sparrow” by Jason Matthews. And the love story between the two protagonists is coming into focus, because the adage is true – books are usually better than the movies made out of them. Also, my dear friend Emily is published in an anthology that features novellas inspired by “Beauty and the Beast.” So proud of my friend and loving her story!
Writing Life: Butt in chair, fingers on keyboard. Or more precisely – butt in chair at my local Panera Bread and my hands clutching an ink pen while I hammer away at edits. Sometimes old school is OK. Especially when you just need to get the job done.
– Shelley
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What is Friday Fare? As a recap, on Fridays I post link love to the various bits of arcane shiz I discover on the Interwebs. I liken it to a glimpse into my mind, but without the 80s song lyrics or mental cobwebs.