Brown Bagging It by Wendi Darlin

I love my e-reader and I love ebooks, so don’t take what I’m about to say the wrong way. I’m not discounting the green factor and all the trees we save. I’m not denying the convenience of carrying loads of books with you wherever you go. I’m not about to deny the cost factor in this challenging economy.

But come on, is it just me, or do you always wonder if the people you see out in public with their e-readers might be hiding something? That maybe they’re reading stuff as hot as you are?

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So what about that lady sitting there across from you at the DMV, waiting to renew her driver’s license? Why is she crossing and re-crossing her legs so much? Didn’t she just scoot around in her chair a minute ago? Are these seats really that uncomfortable?

Maybe they are.

Or maybe she’s reading something that would give the poor old man next to her a boner for the first time in years if he got a gander at the cover.

We won’t ever know, will we? But the good thing is– no one knows what we’re reading either. Long live e-readers that allow us to take our books out in public without offending anyone or having to defend ourselves and our taste in reading material.

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A Part of Me by Wendi Darlin

Years ago, after I had begun writing seriously, but before I became published I remembered something I’d seen on TV and hadn’t been able to shake. It was probably meant to be a joke, but it rang true, and I never forgot it.

People coming out of a movie theatre were being asked what they thought of the latest blockbuster they had just seen. I can’t recall which movie it was, but this one beaming young lady said, “I laughed. I cried. It became a part of me.”

I think at one point the comedians on Saturday Night Live may have even made a spoof of that. Funny or not. It has served as my recipe for writing the kind of stories I want to write, in my longer novel-length work especially.

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So if my stories ever make you laugh and cry and in some small way etch out a tiny little place in your heart, my job is done. And I thank you for giving me the opportunity to share this experience with you.