Monday, October 11, 2010


Apparently, it's my day for struggling not to make public scenes.

First, I had to take several gulps of tea to keep from laughing out loud at the middle-aged blonde with three sizes of wedding dresses in her closet.

Then, I started reading the correspondence I came here to find. OMG! OMG! OMG! I wanted to find people in the hallways and read to them. Or make them read. Just share with someone. Anyone. A couple of times, I gasped so loudly everyone in the room looked up and stared.

Tomorrow I'm having lunch with the archivist, and I can hardly wait. She's read every word and I can't wait to ask questions and compare notes and laugh. And laugh. And laugh.

It's a little crazy to drive 800 miles (1600 round trip) to read a bunch of old letters when you don't have any idea whether they include anything you need or want for a story you're not sure you're capable of writing. It's a little crazy to spend all day reading in a library and then all night working to keep up with regular work. It's a little crazy to spend time and money chasing dreams.

Except it's not. I'm going to get old if I'm lucky and die someday, no matter what. I might as well chase my dreams, even when they lead me through the Michigan woods in the dark, unsure of where I am, where I'm going, or what I'll find when I get there.

This is exactly the life I want to live.

Happy. Happy.


Anonymous said...

I adore you.



Deb Shucka said...

Happy, happy for you! Yes to dreaming. Yes to laughing. Yes to finding people to share it all with.

Yes, you are a writer.


kario said...

I don't know, I'm thinking it would be a little crazier to not follow your instincts and do this. Something led you there to find these letters.

Love it!

Anonymous said...

You are an inspiration. :)


Anonymous said...

and I'm cracking up while visualizing you nearly spraying a mouthful of tea across the lunchroom. :) How fun!!!


luckyzmom said...

:) Happy. Happy. 4 U!