what I did with my left hand on friday

i waved at the guy in the car next to me! and it was a big happy cheerful I-love-you-and-isn't-america-great kind of wave.

the reason for all this joyful waving? the guy in the other car was waving at me! and i thought what a lovely man! he's waving even though we don't know each other!

that's when i realized he wasn't technically waving at me. technically he was flipping me off.

obviously i did something to anger him. cut him off unawares, perhaps?

i can totally promise you this. my waving at him with a big dopey grin on my face probably made him even madder.

creativity and my left hand

so a friend asked if i've gotten more creative since using my left hand because it's a well known fact that lefties are more creative than the rest of us and i said yes! absolutely! the ideas have just come pouring out of me since i got this damn cast on my right hand and iN FACT i have filled up so so so many notebooks with thoughts and bits of dialogue and character sketches that it would make your head spin.

only problem is i CAN'T READ MY OWN WRITING. at all. and neither can anyone else.

this is a true post. i'm not making any of this up.

purple cow

i'm off to tooele today to visit the lovely isla at her sweet store the purple cow. there will be talk of boys and books, thanks to the utah humanities council public square program. and then i may possibly get the opportunity to sign a few books with my left hand. good times!