Ahh, the day job. I'm not a morning person. I generally wear my giant pink bathroom as my armor against the cold, cruel world, and mean doctors who talk too fast.
This morning, CK gave me a kiss and headed for the door, saying "I'm gunna go get you something." I'm thinking, "Great. A mocha would be lovely." But after 45 minutes went by and he didn't reappear, I started to worry. A few more minutes, then I heard his engine. The door swings open and suddenly my friends, Megan & Paige, are standing in my living room. From Arizona!
And I'm in my Big Pink and glasses, hair akimbo. But YAY!!!! Double the weekend goodness. Here are my girls.
No, you don't get a picture of me in the Big Pink.
Who? Alexander McCall Smith, that's who!!! This Friday evening. Seattle downtown library. Microsoft Pavilion.
I'm so excited. But to see him, we have to stand in a "maybe, possibly" line. Although this is a free event, and neither the newspaper nor the library said we needed tickets, there WERE tickets. Curses! But you better believe, my hindparts will be in line well before the appointed hour, mocha in one hand, bag o books over my shoulder. If you haven't taken a look at his website, do! It's linked on the right sidebar.
I read a review somewhere that AMcS is the king of kindly satire. Exactly. I'm dying to ask him if he writes his own titles. If so, he's even more genius. My favorite is "Tea Time for the Traditionally Built."
Did you know… two of his series, "44 Scotland Street" and "Corduroy Mansions" were written as newspaper serials? In talking with a newspaper editor, he complained that serialized stories were of a bygone era. The editor told him to put his computer where his mouth was – or something like that.
And did you see the HBO series of the "No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency?" I'm sick that they cancelled it and am still trying to run down a few episodes. Please, HBO, get back to Botswana and make more!! We love it! If you haven't seen it, here's a clip. (sorry, do I sound like a fan? I promise a full report of the event. Film at 11:00.)
– Girl Parker
For me, a story idea really comes to life when my brain bubbles up with one of two things: The Title or the Character's name. Today, it was the character's name. YAY!
It seems silly that, in my world, a name comes complete with a personality and history. But it does.
A single girl considers her date's last name, I guarantee it. Would you consider spending the rest of your life as Mrs. Fudge and still feel like yourself? I doubt it. To my everlasting shame, I once met a nice guy whose last name was Balloon. It didn't last an afternoon. (I believe he is happily married and, clearly, she's a bigger person than I am.)
Some names can be delightful and quirky. I like to read the credits after a movie, scanning for interesting names. Could I have been Mrs. Pancake? I love it! But I guarantee I'd nickname my baby girl "Butter," at least while she was a roly-poly baby. And what if the nickname stuck?
Did you know that Katie Scarlett O'Hara nearly never was? Margaret Mitchell had named her "Pansy" and only changed it at the last minute. Isn't that crazy?! And now that pansy means something entirely opposite to Scarlett's fiery personality, it would have been plain criminal.
- I'm happy that my character is alive and well in my imagination.
- I'm relieved that Mitchell came to her senses.
- And I'm grateful to not be Aunt Jemima to my friends' kids. Shweew!