While thinking about the events of last week, it seemed nothing of great consequence had happened. Unless you count the design of my new logo and masthead. Followed by some mundanities of behind the scene work on 7 Stillwell like installing and configuring plugins.
There was an interview for a job I didn’t get and appointments to talk with people to make sure my head’s still screwed on right. Support for my creative path coming from unexpected places.
This really cool font identification site.
And this from my reading of Book Ten as posted on Facebook: “Wait, wait, wait … just started Ovid’s Book 10 and the first line says Hymen is the male god of the marriage feast? Hymen is MALE?” This is one of the many reasons I keep slugging it out with Ovid.
And then this about my encounter with a young man who wanted to talk about writing:
It was both hot and muggy outside today. All I had been thinking about while standing at the counter was how much I just wanted to go home, change my clothes and sit down to eat lunch. The money handler got my total wrong and went back to fix it. My sandwich maker looked up as I said, ‘Yeah, that’s a lot of words to write.’ And then he wanted to talk about writing and what my writing was about and what I did. As I disengaged and walked to the door, my thought turned to how I hadn’t taken him seriously. This kid just wanted to talk about writing and ask questions. Whether he is serious about it or not, I regret that I didn’t take a few more seconds to listen and encourage him as I wish people had when I was that age. So much to learn.
I think I also walked away because I felt like such a fraud in a way. It’s the first time anyone outside of my tribe has asked about my writing and my tap dance was a mile a minute because I didn’t know what to say. Since I’ve finally begun to own that I am a writer, it sort of took me by surprise.
How was your week?