Most of my writer pals step up to smile at the camera’s unblinking eye. God bless ’em. I sure have a terrible time doing it. Maybe it’s a holdover from my old job?
Twain House tour guides tell us Sam Clemens, who wrote under the pen name Mark Twain, made up stories on the fly for his three daughters in the glow of his library’s hearth.
His young audience expected each story to feature items displayed on the mantel, starting with the picture of the cat in the ruffled collar. They wouldn’t allow him to tell the same story twice.
The opportunity to write in that library was irresistible.
A couple of writer pals and I felt like Oprah for a morning. We helped a local library celebrate winning a $1,000 grant from Sisters in Crime.