Since it is the day before a softball game and it’s raining, I present to you a softball haiku:
softball–a dream that
never becomes realized
because it rains so
Last night I had a dream where I was a Transformer-like Eliza Dushku (yes, I was listening to the soundtrack to Transformers last night–why do you ask?) and I really wanted to read the as-yet unpublished manuscript of some famous author–dunno who. I could get anywhere I wanted because I was pretty and rich and then could, you know, transform to get out of there. So I go to this author’s place, grab the manuscript, but the police come before I can leave. Thus, I run out of the house, throw the ms. in the air, become a car, and careen off, but the policeman shoots and knocks off the license plate. Since I am a bibliophile, after the policeman has given up the chase, all he finds is the piece of plate with part of a plastic plate protector. The partial plate says OO, and the plate protector says “ublic Lib”–get it? The plate reads BOOKS (or something similar) and the protector promotes some city’s Public Library.
And then I told it all to Eliza Dushku, who was apparently at a garage sale with me. Go fig.
On a serious note: one of my favorite authors (and one who probably played a part in my wanting to be a fantasy author), David Eddings, passed away last night. He will be missed. I brought the first book in the Elenium, The Diamond Throne, with me to work to read in memoriam.