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From the mouths of babes

Because I’m giving the whole NaNo thing a serious effort this year, I’ve wrestled my introverted hide over to the coffee shop at the end of the block for tonight’s scheduled write-in.

This is the face of an author plotting mischief against her characters. (It's also the face of a person using Instagram filters to hide her lingering disfigurations from last month's tumble.)

This is the face of an author plotting mischief against her characters. (It’s also the face of a person using Instagram filters to hide her lingering disfigurations from last month’s tumble.)

There are three young people sitting at the table next to mine. One of them is trying to draw while the other two keep asking him questions.

“What do you like to draw?” one of the girls said, peering over his sketchpad.

He sighed in that particular teenaged way we all know and replied, in a perfect deadpan, “What does a fisherman like to fish?”

Not only did that fluster the girl so much she had no idea how to keep pestering him, but it is also such an amazing response that I think I’ll be stealing it the next time I get frustrated because someone asks me what I like to write when they can see perfectly well that I’m trying to actually write.

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4 thoughts on “From the mouths of babes

  1. That is a really nice picture, I have to say. And the filters are pretty efficient. Nice to see you. And I hope the traces of the fall are gone soon.

  2. Yeesh. Those are the traces? Glad you are still with us.

    I find there’s no better way to get people to talk to me than to signal to them that I am writing.

    • There was some worry for a while that I might have permanently borked the shape of my upper lip, but it seems to be coming back together finally and most of the scarring is on the *inside* of my lip. Now I’ve mostly just got a lot of new, brightly pink skin on the left half of my face to attract people’s uncomfortable stares.

      Yeah, it’s true, it seems like people never want to engage me so often as when I’m trying to write. Funny how that works.

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