Never Enuff Louisa May Alcott!

Dreamed I was at some kind of huge festival, and I was there with a man – maybe Ben – who was enormously in love with me but who also liked to show me off. I was wearing a long blue, glittery dress, but I wasn’t wearing underwear, and I was lying down on a cliff. Below me, an enormous powder blue Rolls Royce limo glided by, and it was pretty clear the occupant of the car – a cool looking guy with a Mac Daddy hat sitting behind the frosted glass that separated him from the driver – could see up my dress.

The man who loved me was just thrilled about this. I was a celebrity! The festival had decided to give me a half hour show!

“But what will I do for a half hour show?” I asked. I don’t sing; it’s been 40 years since I attempted standup comedy, and I wasn’t very good at it.

“You’ll figure it out!” the man who loved me said. “You can do anything!”

I woke up feeling dubious…

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Decided to defer my departure to the West for a day.

Big, big, big storm coming down the pike (supposedly), though the sky right now has a luminous, opalescent quality – like if you pricked it, it would rain sunbeams. Plus the cat has had a relapse. Plus it would be wise to try and generate more revenue for the upcoming California trip…

I’ll leave tomorrow at first light.

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I can’t afford to starve on praise, when sensation stories are written in half the time and keep the family cosey, Louisa May Alcott wrote in 1865.

I’m a big fan of Louisa May Alcott’s. In fact, her portrait is one of three I keep above my writing desk. (The other two are Edith Nesbit and Mary Wesley.)

I stayed up late watching a documentary on Alcott’s life last night.

I’ve read an Alcott biography, but I’d somehow forgotten that she was a nurse during the Civil War.

I think Hospital Sketches, her Civil War memoir, will be my next book. It’s very cheap on Kindle.