Late last month, Betsy, Ramona and I went to see the filmed version of the Broadway show Newsies. They're big fans of the movie (which I've never seen) and they couldn't wait to see the stage version (on film, that is.) It reallly was a lot of fun, and we had a great evening.
For more than a week I couldn't get some of the songs out of my head. On Ash Wednesday, "Seize the Day" was still pulsing through my brain but as I fasted that day, my hungry, addled brain kept changing the lyric to "Feed the Day."
I took my writing group girls to a coffee place last week. Our Brave Writer freewrite prompt was:
Imagine that the different kinds of food on your plate are angry at each other. Write a scene with dialogue so we can hear them fight!
Ramona wrote about the drinks we had all just ordered. Addressing the peach and cherry Italian sodas,
Mom's coffee scoffed.
"I will not trouble myself with such petty disagreements. I am the most mature, most robust, most sophisticated drink out there."
Cherry Soda guffawed. "Yeah, right. You're bitter, and you stain teeth."
I had no idea my coffee was so snooty.
She said she was channeling Jane Austen as my coffee wouldn't trouble itself with petty disagreements.
I love our writing group.
I finished A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. Discussion, anyone? (Tamara, I'm looking at you. Expect to be brought into an email loop for discussion.) Anyone else who wants to discuss it here? Leave a comment.