Pouring rain. My dog's in the closet. Apparently she finds more comfort in lying among my dirty laundry than next to me. Thunder and lighting make me thankful for batteries and wifi. Remember when a big storm meant you couldn't use the computer?
I've been wandering the internet, reseraching a book idea I might pursue with the woman from the coffee shop. Tracey is a young woman, 36 I think. Has 5 kids, the oldest 18. She's gorgeous is a Marsha Brady kind of way, smart, and funny. When she found out her husband had hooked up with a 22-year-old, she did not take it lying down. Turns out lots of women don't.
We're looking for ways to solicit those stories. When Tracey originally hatched the idea, I thought it was hilarious and totally commericial. I guess I imagined all the stories to be like hers or like this or this. You know--bizarre and funny but basically normal.
Then I found Revenge Lady,. Sad, in every sense of the word.
I revisited Post Secret and found it as touching as ever.
Could the difference be the addition of art? Maybe it's the space limitations of the postcards. Or maybe the intention behind the project.
Lots to think about while the lightning flashes and the dog hides.
Ideas about how to solicit stories are more than welcome.