The many and varied members of Wendy’s writers group came over for spaghetti, meatballs, red wine, and great talk. We had a wonderful time! Writers, of course, are great storytellers, and there were some wild ones. We even watched a few clips from the movie Wendy’s friend Chip is making–very intriguing. The world is full of fascinating people!
Earlier in the day, Wendy and I met with Irene Webb, at a lovely Italian trattoria on Montana. Irene is a film agent, among her other talents, and is interested in pitching some of my books for movies! That was exciting!
This is our last full day together, as I will be going back to Spokane tomorrow. Good news/bad news. Wendy and I are very close, and being several states apart is difficult for us, and the good-byes are always hard. We’ve been making the most of our time together, that’s for sure.
It’s a strange thing about children. You carry them in your womb, nuture them to adulthood, and all the time, if you’re doing a good job, you’re teaching them NOT to need you. Sometimes I want to ask God, “What’s up with that?”
Alas, I know the answer. They’re not supposed to need us, not to survive and thrive, anyway. But my girl still needs her mom, for a sounding board, for encouragement, etc.
That’s fine with me.
