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  • January 31st, 2008 | 7:43 AM
And the characters talk back, again

Dear Person Who THINKS She is in Charge of MY Story,

First I thought it was an accident. Now I'm not so sure. Maybe I meant to do it (which is dumb because I didn't even know that Mrs. B was going to be there. I didn't know she was going to have her iPod plugged in and turned up so loud that she wouldn't hear me coming. I mean, come on, old people don't use iPods, do they?) so I guess it was really just an accident.

And it's not like I killed her. If you kill someone it can't be an accident, can it? Killing someone is permanent. You can't undo it. You can't fix like you can fix a broken mailbox and a fence. She didn't even want to go inside. She just asked me to go into her house and bring  out a couple of cans of soda.

But you can't trust anyone, don't you know that by now? And you really shouldn't trust me because I'll just let you down.


Dear Author Whom I Know in Her Heart Really Wants to be Working on my story,

I can't tell you about my "thing" but maybe you should check the books on Mr. Mac's nightstand. Under the plant books, there's another one, a medical one. He's got the pages bookmarked. 

Kid with perpetually dirty fingernails

To anyone who reads this,

They took Max away today. They won't tell me where. I don't know if I will ever see him again.

I will never, ever forgive YOU for letting this happen. NEVER.

The only person who REALLY loved Max
There are so many stories only you can tell.Tell them, please.


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January 31st, 2008 09:08 pm (UTC)
OMG, a kid would SO be extra, extra good after something like this. And I LOVE the ipod.
January 31st, 2008 09:17 pm (UTC)
OOh....you picked up on that, did you?

I needed something that wouldn't get the police involved but would make him feel "the pain" of it all, holding it in.

But you know what? I didn't know any of that until I wrote the letter yesterday and then started to write the reply this morning. :-)
January 31st, 2008 09:26 pm (UTC)
You do realize I still have NO clue what "that" is, specifically. But don't tell me. I'll read the book!
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Who am I?I was born on the Cancer/Leo cusp and share a birthday with Ernest Hemingway and Robin Williams. The similarities don't stop there as I can go from depressed to ecstatic without ever passing go. I feel scared most of the time though my friends call me brave and I find it easier to believe in my friends than to believe in my own abilities to make what I want out of my life.

Who am I? A wife, a mother, a daughter, and even, gulp, a grandmother.

Who am I? A writer who never gets tired of playing with words, even when the words are hard to find. A writer of books for children and articles for grown-ups and many things in-between.

Who am I? A motivational speaker, writing instructor, workshop leader and full-time follower of dreams.

Who am I? Read and find out.

Susan Taylor Brown

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