Author: Janna Hill

Living Out Loud

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A bit about the East Texas Book Fest last weekend and then I must get back to writing.


The meet and greet at the Potpourri House Friday evening was entertaining to say the least. Kim and I, myself and Kim, Kim and me (all six of us) found ourselves seated with a journalist, a professor and an adorable retired engineer that had written his first book. The seating was not prearranged, that’s just how it happened. We didn’t mingle much past that due to being inebriated time constraints.

Take 2 cards and call me in the morning.

We barely made it to the book fest on time. Puffy eyed and sleep deprived but on time. We were so excited!
It took all of 30 seconds to arrange our tiny display, say hi to a few folks. ..

Then we were off to check out the festivities. There were authors out the wazoo, writers of everything imaginable, artists and a few esteemed educators but this really grabbed my attention.

Forensic sculptor Amanda Danning was so gracious. Despite our interrupting her lunch, she shared her talent and knowledge with such passion. Between bites of ham and cheese (or was it turkey?) she explained the process of facial reconstruction while her husband narrated the history behind each work of art. They are both amazing.

So all in all I would say the East Texas Book Fest was a success. Will it boost sales? I do not have a clue and you know what? I’m okay with that.  After all, I’m just living out loud and flinging cake against the wall.

A Little Visit to The Big Easy

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Update on my hiatus.

It had been more than a few years since I visited the Big Easy so it was time to  see how she’d changed and stir up a bit of nostalgia and a ghost or two.

After a brief run through the French Quarter and down to Jackson Square [I was on a tight schedule] I must say from what I saw not much has changed. Unless you count the ramp up in police presence. I’ve never seen so many officers of the law in one place – it was kind of scary.

I didn’t have any warrants under my current name so I was like what the heck, let’s party. And we did.

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You just don’t know how close I was to taking a ride on this adorable  pony. I would have too if that nosy NOPD mounted officer hadn’t threatened to give me a ride to the jailhouse. I stepped up in the stirrup and said okay, lets ride.  He called a state trooper in an SUV. My loyal companions intervened and we ran.

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We laid down on the street, pretended to be passed out and they rode right past us. We’re so clever.

Inspiration

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I am still officially out to lunch but you know how it goes when a story gets inside your head and the schizophrenia kicks in. An old photograph comes alive, the landscape shifts, characters start cropping up and voila, The Sharecropper’s Son is conceived.

 

I have about two thousand (totally fictitious) words written so far and I have no idea how long the story will be. There are no deadlines to meet and though the destination is set, the path is not carved in stone. The only thing I know at this point is that I am excited to let the story tell itself.

A Day In Pictures

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riding the waves – or not
girls just chillin’
“The Girls” + 1 boy
on a crab mission
swinging girl party
time to relax

You may [or may not] have noticed that I am still Out to Lunch but here are a few shots of how I’m spending my time. I’d like to tell you I’m working on an important writing project but you’d probably know I was lying.

🙂 Hope everyone is having a fabulous July.

1980 Something

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July 2nd 19840001

Thirty years ago.

Thanks for marrying me despite the orange hair and the stench of Long Island Tea. 😉

Happy Anniversary Mr. Hill!

P.S. Where is my floral shower curtain with the matching window dressings???