Apologies to those of you who have regularly been reading the blog. The reason for the apology is that if you looked for it and it was not there, then I accidentally let you down. There is no other reason for an apology that I can think of off hand.
Yesterday I nearly blogged about Barb Shoup. She writes excellent YA novels. What they mean at the library by Young Adult is more what most of us think us as being ‘big kids’ and ‘teens’, but most adults in the cultures I live in really think that 13 year olds are adults. Anyway, Barb is a good novelist. I met her in person because I went to the Indianapolis Writer’s Center right near where I lived. She is an Executive Director there. I don’t live in Indianapolis now, so it almost seems crazy how many places, people and options which were ‘right there and right here’ are now thousands of miles away and vice versa. Farmer Heinz Schmidtt – so to speak, and his dairy cattle, are now ‘right here’ and ‘right there’ which was not true at the same time that the Broad Ripple Art Center and next door neighbor the Writer’s Center were …well, not as near by as the goats are today, but closer than Verden. I know that like so many directions; the use of local knowledge out of context may come off as sounding crazy.
It only makes sense if you’ve been in both Broad Ripple and Stedorf. In seeking common ground, observe that Rocky Ripple still looks a lot like countryside.
I’d like to finish with a nonsequiter that there are moles flourishing beneath one of the fields of the nearest fold of goats and imitating the bleeting noise of goats is as difficult to do as it is to say some German words.
That may have been ‘filler’. If it seemed like the literary version of pocket lint, I apologize.