MarilynMeredith

Now that it's done and in the hands of the editor and publisher, other memories are popping up. About hair. When i was little, sometimes Mother wrapped my hair in socks to make my hair look like Shirley Tempe's hair. I don't think it ever did. From some of the pictures taken of me back when I was a kid, I don't think I ever went to a beauty parlor for a haircut.  By the time I was in junior high, I put my hair in pin curls every night. Hair wrapped around a finger and fastened to the scalp with a bobby pin. Didn't make for comfortable sleeping. And sometimes my hair looked good and sometimes not. Did this all through high school too. I think most of the girls did the same, unless they got a permanent. One I cut my own bangs way too short, Instead of lying down, the bangs stuck straight up. Mom figured out a kind of comb-over with my side hair which hid the crazy bangs until they grew out a bit. Should have mentioned my dad didn't curse like some others, but he h...

During the night I remembered Gay, a fellow author and our many adventures. We met via email and she asked me to be her roommate at an Epicon--Epic was an online organization for e-published authors, and the conference was being held in Bellingham, Washington. This was the first time we met in person. Her husband had sent her flowers and I thought the room smelled like a funeral parlor.  We hit it off friend wise--a friendship that has lasted many years.  One night I'd been invited to dinner by a young true-crime writer. We dined across the street. In great detail, he described several gory murders. The waiter was not thrilled about coming to our table. It snowed during the conference. Gay and I are quite different. She's very attractive but never seemed to notice the attention given to her by men. She's extremely well-educated. and far more intellectual than I am. Her husband was merely months younger than I was. They never watched TV shows, only the news and educational p...

 For some reason I've been thinking about many of the in-person book signing I've done. Old friend Robin Gorley set up several. I remember doing one in a Ventura hotel that was truly nice. Another she arranged was at a county fair in Santa Maria. I don't remember  how many days that was, but the room we stayed in at a hotel  had problems with the shower. It finally got fixed. We ate our breakfast and supper at a great little Mexican restaurant across the street. I did a wonderful one at a now defunct Borders book store in Visalia, and ended up teaching a writing class there.  Had a great book signing for my first book, TWO WAYS WEST, at a Barnes and Nobel in Fresno years ago. My granddaughter set one up for me at a Walmart in Sonora, a mountain community, also for TWO WAYS WEST that was wonderful. That's where I learned that you never could tell who might buy your books. A group of bikers came in and I gave them my pitch and several bought copies of my book. Had seve...

 How can it be? Another year already.  I had fun yesterday with some of my great=great grands. Granddaughter Melissa invited me to come to the church--fellowship hall only place big enough for us all--for gumbo and our usual game of Estimation. This used to happen at my house, but the family has gotten too big. Gumbo was great, loved the crab legs. The great grands who were there and their kids: Brandon and Cymone: Asher, Achilles, and Aurellia. (probably not spelled right.) Not sure about the u .  Carolyn and Tyler: Avyanna, Jerimiah, and Elisha. Missing was Aaron and Lyndsy: Chloe, Samuel and Grace. We ate and played Estimation. I had a side game going on with Jerimiah. He'd come racing down a ramp and we'd shake hands when he reached me.  Aurellia, who in the past looked at me like I was the Wicked Witch of the West, brought me plastic forks and knives. I think that is a break-through. All had fun. And we're off to the New  Year. Marilyn