The boys and I are visiting my folks this week. And on our last night here Papa made me watch a movie. Now movie watching is highly problematic for a mother of young children. You stuff them into bed and then must storm into the bedroom about 6 dozen times to plop their little bodies back into bed and lecture them sternly about the consequences of escape. But after much storming they finally settled down and I was able to get into the movie, “Cinderella Man”, about a boxer in the depression era who gets a second chance to be great. It is a true story and he faces the tall and fierce Max Baer of Abbot and Costello fame (Baer played the giant in Abbot and Costello’s version of Jack and the Beanstalk) and lives to tell about it. Apparently Baer killed two men in the ring. And after the movie Papa exhorted to to keep getting up, to keep writing and keep getting better, and that he believed that I had the talent to get one of these stories published some day. I don’t know if I do, but I’ll still be writing, 6 days a week, all year long. And it sure means a lot that he thinks I do though, a whole lot.
Although, if the publishers start slaughtering folk on pay per view for bad query letters, I might have to rethink my approach. Truly, boxing is an insane form of entertainment.