Phil --
Thanks to you, I now have a foothold in the 21st century. I wanted to be a "follower" of your new blog, so I learned how to become a blogger myself.
Pretty soon we'll all be selling each other insurance!
Best,
Bob
The Penland Cabin
Summer, 2005
Bob! Thanks for hopping in. I keep thinking where was I?? This is an amazing solution to 10 years of FF communication problems. We can thank Mary Ann for showing me how. pfd
ReplyDeleteIt was many years ago, to far into the past to waste much time thinking about, that I wondered into Woolson House meekly to sit and observe "writers".
ReplyDeleteThere were cute ones, old ones, young ones, tall and short. I gazed in amazement and thought to myself, so this is where they congregate. My neighbor who was a student at that time encouraged me to visit after reading one of my short stories. I couldn't possibly crash that gathering I thought to myself, but on a hunch that I could sit in the back and just observe, why not. I can always go to the bar after"words". And then it happen! after the traditional hi and why's were shared and everyone was done with the pieces they brought, they all looked at me with that cold piercing "well what have you brung" look in there eyes. I remember it clearly as the fear rose up into my throat. I gulped and said, well I have a short story that I wrote not too long ago, Oh course it's not to be compared to the writing of which you all have shared tonight. The Father in his quiet and unassuming way encouraged me to read a few paragraphs. Thrust to the center of attention I drew from deep within myself every last breath and started to read. Having read and reread the story so may times I think I actually adlibbed a good part of it. And then there was silence. I looked around at the blank cold stares, anxiously waiting for the ax, when Susan spoke and said "If you ever come in here again and claim you are not a writer we will take you out side and beat you". I quietly cried inside to myself, Wow Don you might be a fxxking writer after all. I walked out of Woolson House that night with out touching the floor, I had a smile glued on my face and my head was spinning with euphoria. I returned quite often for next year or so and shared many of my stories and poems. There was a joy of being with other kindred spirits. Thanks Doc and all those who keep it going. I am sure that I am just one of many who came before and after me that have enjoyed the same moments of acceptance and encouragement. Because of that night, that first step and the years of enjoyment that followed “I am a Writer” imagine that! I guess I’m a blogger now also. What kind of insurance do you sell Bob.