Winding down the week

Hi everyone,

The week has been busy and pleasant. Made good progress on the manuscripts I’m tweaking. Had an excellent meeting yesterday with my editor for one of them. May have found a publisher for my autobiography, which I’ve nearly finished writing.

Yesterday, Dramatic Publishing sent out an eblast featuring some selected plays. I’m delighted to see JESSE AND GRACE, A BEST FRIENDS STORY, is one of them. SANDY ASHER wrote the play based on the story in verse that she and I wrote some time ago. We haven’t found a book publisher yet but the play has been honored with the AATE Distinguished Play Award and The Charlotte B. Chorpenning Playwright Award. Here’s a link:

If nothing happens, I expect to finish the last of the revisions by the end of next week. By then I hope to see some sketches from an old friend and widely known artist with whom I may collaborate on a new, speculative book.

Huffin’ and puffin’ away

Hi everyone,

My thanks to TINA HACKER for making and posting this announcement yesterday on a site maintained for Hallmark folks, past and present. It would be special to see some people I worked with, back in the day, when I speak at The Writers Place in November. Tina, thank you for sponsoring me for that event. I am looking forward to being back in Kansas City! Maybe some friends from the Springfield area and elsewhere will make plans to attend the free evening that is open to the public.

Yesterday I agreed to make a pre-recorded video with LAURA ROBB, JANAY BROWN-WOOD, and MARGARITA ENGLE for the NCTE conference in November. We’re already set to present at 10:30 a.m. the morning of November 21 in Anaheim.

On today’s agenda, I’ll pick up some pictures I ordered from photographer RANDY BACON from his recent exhibit in partnership with Ozark Literacy Council, “Words and Pictures.” Later in the day I’ll meet with an editor via Google. For now, it’s back in the wheel.

A love song

Hi everyone,

I’m running late, but here’s my Word of the Month poem for July.

The Moment

My life has always been my own.
No one tells me what to do.
I call the shots, I come and go,
off to search for something new.
But now I know I'll never leave.
I can't speak, can hardly breathe.

She's with another, I don't care.
We haven't met, don't know her name,
but this I know with all my soul,
my life will never be the same.
Since she walked in, I'll never leave.
I can't speak, can hardly breathe.

She looks at me across the room,
a fleeting look, a passing glance.
She smiles and turns her head away.
I'll risk it all, I'll take a chance,
I know now why I'll never leave.
Only together can we breathe. 

(c) 2022 David L. Harrison, all rights reserved

Me being boring

Hi everyone,

We sat up late last night watching a movie so SANDY suggested that I sleep an extra hour this morning and work an hour longer this afternoon. Wise woman. It felt SO good to get that extra hour today.

As for posting something on this bright Tuesday morning, I have nothing worth your while. It’s just more of the same. I’m reading notes from editors on two manuscripts, getting set to start the newly signed book with a February due date, waiting for the editor of the fourth book to send me her review notes, adding notes, when I can, to a book I’m eager to start, sneak writing a paragraph now and then on a project I started more than a year ago, and wishing I could get back to a manuscript I started several months ago with a partner who has been patiently waiting on me to get back to him.

You’ve heard bits and pieces of all this. If you want to skip over me for now, I wouldn’t blame you. When a writer is doing what writers do, it’s tedious to read about.