Reflections

I was struggling with my hair the other day, and happened to think about the same problem when I was in high school. I've always had silky, baby-fine, board straight fluff instead of real hair, but now it seems that it's getting even finer and straighter. Or, as my hairdresser says it's loosing girth. My hair is loosing weight which seems to be moving to my butt. Go figure!

What does this have to do with high school? Well... In the mid-sixties we never thought about having "big" hair, but the style was to rat the devil out of our golden locks, smooth it down, and spray like crazy with Aqua Net. (Although the surfers parted their hair down the middle and looped it behind the ear.) Today, we say "back comb" to achieve the effect of abundant hair sufficient to make up for that skinny hair. And a 59 cent can of Aqua Net has turned into a $15, or more, can of freeze hold spritz. Something that is strong, but allows your hair to move naturally. At least that's what the ad claims.

If you believe that, I have this bridge for sale...

I've left the house everyday for years with a helmet of hairspray and that doesn't appear to be changing in the near future. Just don't get close to me with a match.

Reflections

What started out as a love for reading in third grade has turned into a passion. So many times I thought how did this person get published? Or, I could do better than this. Have I written a better book? I think so, but I can only hope that other people will agree.

It's hard to believe that my first book will be published this year. I've done all the edits, gotten an author's picture taken, coerced a couple of friends to endorse it, written my biography, a dedication, and a teaser for the back cover. Later today, after I make sure everything is in order, I send it back to the publisher.

The Light of Ishram has been a long time in the making. The original story line was born when my son had a fourth grade writing assignment to do with a parent. Obviously, the story has grown, taken a few unexpected turns, and morphed into a different entity.

To say I'm excited is a gross understatement. I'm still pinching myself to make sure I'm not dreaming.