I almost didn’t update at all (it’s been a ludicrously busy day — ran multiple errands, went grocery shopping, took the baby to the park, drafted a whole short story, did some freelance work, cooked dinner, etc.), but, hey, it’s still Sunday on the west coast for another twenty-five minutes, so I can talk about someone who helped me out as a writer, someone I’ve never mentioned in any acknowledgments, and that someone is:
Ms. Coates, my junior high social studies teacher. When I was about thirteen, trying to write short stories, she read them, and she supported and encouraged me, even though I was a profoundly weird kid writing profoundly weird stuff. She was one of those young pretty teachers, and I had a crush on her, of course, as one does, but she wasn’t just kind, she didn’t just humor me — she really thought I was talented, and she gave me a wonderful boost at an early and important age. I don’t know what happened to her, if she still teaches, nothing at all — but I owe her, so, wherever you are, thanks.