Still the prettiest?
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pegkerrTonight is a gathering at a local hotel (dessert cash bar thingummy, don't you know) for my 20th year college reunion. I'm planning to go, and will probably even primp a little more than usual for the occasion. Hey, I still have a some vanity. I'm in a good enough mood that after I've had a glass of wine or two, I'll cheerfully look around and decide, like Legolas, that I'm still the prettiest. Will wear my Elven leaf brooch and see who recognizes it--those who do will be assumed to be simpatico.
I had made reservations to go down to the events at the college tomorrow, but to my INTENSE annoyance, Rob was not able to get the day off. I don't mind having the girls in tow, exactly, it's just that I won't be able to concentrate on conversations with old friends as easily if one of them starts whining "I'm bored," and Rob is not at hand to charm and distract them.
Day before yesterday, I was out and about on my lunch hour, and saw, in the IDS Crystal Court, a display for the newly designed Minneapolis Public Library, which has just been unveiled. I struck up a conversation with a young woman, an architect, who was explaining the model to passersby. Within 10 seconds, I heard my back brain start to whisper, "Solveig. She's Solveig." I stared at the crystalline model, an ice palace made of glass, and thought, man, the universe is talking to me.
The architect was perhaps in her late twenties or early thirties and had honey blondish hair, pulled back with a clip. I didn't remember to make note of the color of her eyes, and will declare them to be either green or blue; not sure. She wore glasses that looked quite nice on her. Professional, pulled together aura. She wore a black pants suit. I didn't to stare, but I tried to take a quick mental snapshot. Fascinating, distinctive jaw line; now who did that remind me of? Jodie Foster, I realized a half an hour later. Jodie Foster, who was Ellie Arroway in the movie version of Contact.
See, this the serendipitous kind of stuff that happens when ya know that you just gotta write something. A month ago, right before I finally declared I was starting a new novel, I didn't have a clue what to write, and I felt creatively as dry as a bone. Barely a month later, I have a setting, several main characters, rough bones of a plot, several cool ideas to throw in, thematic stuff to chew on, a complete reading list for studying How to Write a Smart Ass 101, and quite a few people cheering me, saying, "Yes, you're on to something; keep going."
I had practically lost all hope that I could write another book. But by simply declaring that I was starting I fumbled into a new way of opening myself to possibility, and I've been absolutely astonished in the last month at the universe that's been pouring in.
I took the woman's card, and ran back to the office and looked up the architectural firm's web site. Alas, they didn't have a photo of her, but at least I have her e-mail address.
Maybe later on, as the book starts taking more shape, I'll e-mail her. That will take more courage.
Cheers,
Peg
I had made reservations to go down to the events at the college tomorrow, but to my INTENSE annoyance, Rob was not able to get the day off. I don't mind having the girls in tow, exactly, it's just that I won't be able to concentrate on conversations with old friends as easily if one of them starts whining "I'm bored," and Rob is not at hand to charm and distract them.
Day before yesterday, I was out and about on my lunch hour, and saw, in the IDS Crystal Court, a display for the newly designed Minneapolis Public Library, which has just been unveiled. I struck up a conversation with a young woman, an architect, who was explaining the model to passersby. Within 10 seconds, I heard my back brain start to whisper, "Solveig. She's Solveig." I stared at the crystalline model, an ice palace made of glass, and thought, man, the universe is talking to me.
The architect was perhaps in her late twenties or early thirties and had honey blondish hair, pulled back with a clip. I didn't remember to make note of the color of her eyes, and will declare them to be either green or blue; not sure. She wore glasses that looked quite nice on her. Professional, pulled together aura. She wore a black pants suit. I didn't to stare, but I tried to take a quick mental snapshot. Fascinating, distinctive jaw line; now who did that remind me of? Jodie Foster, I realized a half an hour later. Jodie Foster, who was Ellie Arroway in the movie version of Contact.
See, this the serendipitous kind of stuff that happens when ya know that you just gotta write something. A month ago, right before I finally declared I was starting a new novel, I didn't have a clue what to write, and I felt creatively as dry as a bone. Barely a month later, I have a setting, several main characters, rough bones of a plot, several cool ideas to throw in, thematic stuff to chew on, a complete reading list for studying How to Write a Smart Ass 101, and quite a few people cheering me, saying, "Yes, you're on to something; keep going."
I had practically lost all hope that I could write another book. But by simply declaring that I was starting I fumbled into a new way of opening myself to possibility, and I've been absolutely astonished in the last month at the universe that's been pouring in.
I took the woman's card, and ran back to the office and looked up the architectural firm's web site. Alas, they didn't have a photo of her, but at least I have her e-mail address.
Maybe later on, as the book starts taking more shape, I'll e-mail her. That will take more courage.
Cheers,
Peg
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Date: 2002-10-04 09:03 pm (UTC)-Corinne
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Date: 2002-10-06 06:12 pm (UTC)Your Solveig might not be averse to answering questions about architecture, too, particularly since she's involved in a somewhat similar project... wouldn't it be wild if she had some Ice Palace connection too?
I saw this picture today and it made me think of your story. (Maybe because she's holding what looks like a halo made of snowflakes?) I'm a major Mucha fan and your mileage may vary on Art Nouveau, but I thought I'd send you the link just because it made me think Frost Queen. ;)
- Darice