Welcome to our Virtual Publication Party, which is off to a rocky start.
All my writing life I’ve had this fantasy of being interviewed for the front page of the Post style Section. The interviewer would ask questions that would make it easy for me to sound cool. Maybe she’d start out by saying “I love your shoes.”
Memphis Earlene: “Where do you get off charging $2.95 for such a short book? It’s only 20,00 words.”
Judith: (miffed ) “Those are 20,000 well chosen words. You wouldn’t expect anything blues influenced to go on at length like Tolstoy or David Foster Wallace, for crying out loud.”
Memphis Earlene: ” Someone woke up this morning with a bad case . What’s got into you?”
Judith: “Not enough coffee. We could continue the interview in Starbucks. ”
Starbucks? Might as well suggest a day at the beach to a vampire.
Coffee is not a blues beverage. Especially not a triple venti mocha with whipped cream on top.
A blues woman gets all the caffein she needs from Coca-Cola.
My license to sing the blues is temporarily suspended.