I finished off my fat Saturday with a fat evening - full of talk and good drinks and talk and great food and laughter and talk and oh did I mention we went on line and bought an accordion? Yep, twas that sort of evening. So I will be ready to play some great tune on my Cajun Zydeco Button Box at my niece's wedding this summer! I know she's going to be sooooooo excited! What should I play?One of the reasons that I love writing fiction is that I want to do EVERYTHING possible or impossible. I want to have chickens and learn to knit socks and dye cloth and make dolls and learn the accordion and to tango and how to make delectable desserts and stand-up comedy and on and on...can't do it! But I can through my writing. I can have characters who do weird and wondrous things and then I'll find out about them and it will SEEM that I have accomplished those feats myself. No, it will! It is sort of like living vicariously through your children - I haven't gone to Croatia and lived there for three months but my youngest son has so VOILA I get to take it on. All magical thinking I'm sure.
How about that my reading and writing friends? Do any of you read or write about wildly different lives because you too want it all?