It would sound much more Shakespearean if Kenneth Branagh said it, but you get the idea.
I’ve been digging around in the family pictures to get a more detailed look at the early 1970s. Since learning to walk and talk filled my days, my perception of world events, fashions, and trivia is a bit skewed. Pretty sure naps and doughnuts were high on my priority list.
However, I hit a wall. Google and Life Magazine can only tell you so much.
Then I remembered, my Tante had sent me photos from her senior year in high school and, BINGO, my main character is heartbroken to be missing the Senior Tea, an event the senior girls dress up for and are waited on by underclassmen. Tante tells me she borrowed my mom’s car, a Rambler, which I then learned my grandpa bought for my mom as a surprise, “letting” her make the payments. How… umm… sweet?
Tante is the driver. Wish we'd kept that car!
Practicing for the Rockettes. Love these outfits! Pretty sure I saw Tante's aqua sheath in Macy's last year.
So, last week, research was the name of the game, both of a disease and the time period. Now, the two have converged and I must work up the courage to contact a doctor about treatments at that time. I’d rather drink Drano. (And I blew even more time trying to wiggle around that necessity last week.)
The point is, more research = less words written = only half my goal for the week.
BUT, and this is the point, the words written were SOLID. Researched. Content gob-smacked. No sweeping generalizations here, by golly!
Details are worth the time, yes? Accuracy is paramount, right? If you are my friend, you’re nodding right now. And possibly offering to refill my coffee mug and toast me an English muffin. Thanks!
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#wipmadness peeps: Time to check in! How did you do last week? And what are thinking for the seven days ahead?
Me? I’m going to aim for 2,000 words again, though I didn’t make it last week. Plus I must contact a neurologist with my questions. Scared!! Film at 11…
