Creating worlds, characters, and wielding power like a madwoman, making my characters happy, sad, angry, and some of them with no redeeming qualities. I probably shouldn’t admit this, but I sometimes laugh out loud when I am writing a scene, and I have been known to cry when one of my favorites has to die.
I am a left-handed Gemini, what do you expect?
Reading bedtime stories to my two children until they fell asleep or until they just told me to go away, was fun. Making up wild stories for my grandchild, and creating Halloween costumes from Cowboys to a Dragon, was another favorite thing to do. I missed that so much when they were grown, that I started writing.
My yearly newsletters frequently were drafted third-person by my Love Birds, Miranda our motorhome, and by Sir Fit the White Knight, our faithful Honda.
Throughout the years, some of my creative talents centered around writing letters of complaint expressing my displeasure with services or products. One crucial, at least to my Son, was a note to our local school bus driver petitioning her to allow him back on the bus. He was kicked off for making an obscene gesture at his buddy. I reminded her that it was not directed at her, and that “obscenity can be in the eye of the beholder,” kids use that gesture as a greeting. He rode the bus until he graduated.
I loved driving my English teacher crazy. Leaving a “continued next week” at the end of my five handwritten pages required each week. He was one of many people that suggested I “do something about my writing.”
I graduated from the School of Hard Knocks at the top of my class.
After 30 years, in the trenches as a Real Estate Professional, I have found that truth is stranger than fiction. My books are filled with characters I met in that profession. Their names were changed to protect the guilty. Others were from people we met traveling around the country in Miranda, our Motorhome.
I am married nearly 60 years to the love of my life, Shirl, and partner-produced two exceptionally talented children, and one grandchild who is our pride and joy.
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7 thoughts on “Wrinkle me this?”
Wow love it. I also look younger than my age. This is what people keep saying to me. I am not that beauty conscious but my mother has wrinkles on her face and it is a harsh reminder for me that she is getting older day by day. I feel miserable to see the wrinkles on her face and hands.
It is scary to see the wrinkles on our parents knowing they are getting older. But like on TV the other day, age is just a number. It is how you feel that matters. I was in the hospital a while ago and when a new person came in the room, they looked at me and went back out, checked my chart, and came back. They were looking for an 80-year-old and they found me.
Wow. Is this your real age then I am just wow 🧡👌Amazing. Yeah, I agree that it is how you feel that matters.👍🌺
“OMG is that a wattle?” What is the meaning of wattle there? Here, wattle is a beautiful flowering native tree.
Love the poem.
A wattle is a flag or skin hanging under the chin on the neck of old and slightly overweight people.
We call them “jowls”.