I found myself shopping for bird wings this week...
I thought these might be a little too big to pack. So I opted for something more like:
though you won't catch me dead in those heels.
And I found myself wondering how odd it is that a 56 year old male would be on-line shopping for butterfly wings, in order to go on book tour with Dave Barry for our next and possibly final Starcatchers novel. (Peter and the Sword of Mercy--October)
Writing is just not a normal occupation I decided. Last year Dave and I were trying to figure out how to set off 15 foot Mentos/Coke experiments in bookstores and schools without being sued. And this year I'm shopping for angel wings (they feature prominently in the novel -- oh, sure, I hear you saying!) And the answer is: No, Dave and I are not that kinky.
So anyway... next time you're thinking about taking up writing for a living...
Think again.
Ridley
A cop, a Brit, a deb, a B-school grad, a guy with good hair, and a wisecracking lawyer wrestle with the naked truth about literature and life.
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Ridley, I hope you'll share the photos with us. What a hoot! Too bad I don't still have my angel wings from Carnaval in Rio. I would loan them to you.
ReplyDeleteThere's a story in there somewhere...
ReplyDeleteLike Patty said: PHOTOS!! :-D
Life around you lot is never dull. :-D
Cheers,
Marianne
Oh please tell me you guys are coming to Seattle! We'd LOVE to see the wings (shoes optional)!
ReplyDeleteThere are so many OTHER reasons not to become a writer!
ReplyDeleteAnd if the angel shtick doesn't work out, there's always a mermaid outfit.