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  • September 27th, 2009 | 11:56 PM
Letter to Flyboy

Dear Flyboy,
Thanks for being such a good sport about the name change thing. I realized you'd had that other name for over 20 years and really, it was hard for me to see the new character you'd become while you were lugging around that old name. I let you keep your last name though. It's the only remnant of my silliness when once everyone in the book had a name that was connected to airplanes.

And you'll notice I upgraded you from a bike to a car of your own. Hopefully this will help people who were thinking you were younger than you were. I know how much you hated that. But here's the thing about the car, how can someone who is so careful when he's flying be such a demon on the road? How many speeding tickets have you gotten already and how come Wilson lets you keep driving?

I'm rethinking the whole idea of Wilson's dad and the stroke. I'm thinking that may be a little extreme to cover in the course of the story without it becoming THE story. I'd like to get rid of him completely but I'm not sure what I'd do without him, why Wilson would pack you guys up to move and all that.

Yeah, I know I'm rambling and you're probably wondering why I'm really writing this letter. Here's what I need to know. This story of yours is all about you going off on this great big search. That's fine. Interesting even. But what I gotta know is why now? What happened with Wilson to make it so all fired important that you go searching now?

Why is today different from yesterday?

Author expecting you to throw me a curve ball
There are so many stories only you can tell.Tell them, please.


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September 28th, 2009 10:05 am (UTC)
I am not sure if you are asking that question in the hope for an answer but recently I had a falling out with 2 of my friends of 35 years twins in fact. It was over something that one of them said about me not being a good mother because I let my son do what he did. I in no way had any control over that nor any warning. You would think that your friend of that many years would be more understanding. I hope to God nothing bad ever happens to her daughter but if it did she would know what it felt like. I thank God that things turned out as they did and it is sad to think that I have lost what I thought were 2 good friends over it.
It really makes you wonder who your true friends are sometimes. Maybe Flyboy - or whatever he is called now feels lost and had to go on a journey to find himself, or maybe like me the words cut like a double edged sword and can never be taken back amd so he just felt so alone so he needs to find a different path in his life on a journey to.....

- Anne McKenna
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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.

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