Comments on: VINTAGE JANE: Literary Lions

By: sarah pekkanen

sarah pekkanen — Sat, 18 Jul 2009 12:25:26 +0000

I still cringe when I remember being 17 years old and on a school ski trip to a local resort. I was sitting on the chairlift next to a cute guy from my class, and I was so nervous I started swinging my feet. You know how they tell you to point the tips up when you’re about to get off? Well, I kept swinging. The tips of my skis got caught and I vaulted off the chairlift (thankfully we’d raised the safety bar) and fell face-first into a pile of snow. They had to stop the lift and come and haul me out. Such humiliation!!

By: Rita

Rita — Thu, 16 Jul 2009 15:10:52 +0000

Jane, I loved the surprise that came in yesterday’s mail! You have a great PR group! I love the pen especially. I’ll tell my book club about the new book.

By: Rita

Rita — Thu, 16 Jul 2009 15:04:46 +0000

Oh you poor dears. . I literally stumble thru life because I only have one eye and that means no depth perception.

Recently I walked from Union Square San Francisco to Chinatown. This involved not only the hill but bumpy brick streets, uneven curbs. A man in our group loaned me his arm so I could feel where I was.

I visited the new Science Academy in San Francisco last month. Glass walls everywhere! I saw one kid crash into the glass wall of the piazza and flatten himself. Later I came out of the BUGS show and thankfully was looking at my feet when I crashed into another glass wall. I hit my forehead instead of my nose which would have surely splattered over my entire face had it been the recipient. My head was sore for a month!

One cant learn depth perception but I have accepted being clutsy. What irks me is whenever anyone falls the world wants them to GET UP IMMEDIATELY. I like to sit and hurt a few seconds before I am put back into motion.

By: Dddiva

Dddiva — Wed, 15 Jul 2009 15:06:31 +0000

You so are not alone- and it seems the more important the event the bigger the tumble.
Unfortunately 3 of the little diva’s have inherited this tendency, the youngest so much so that she has made falling an artform.
I stopped by to say hi from ANM’s Easy On The Eyes: Hollywood Nights Chicklit Extravaganza Contest.

By: Pat Cochran

Pat Cochran — Tue, 14 Jul 2009 21:50:43 +0000

No, friends, you are definitely
not alone! I recall some years
back we were on the way into one of our downtown hospitals. We were on a perfectly flat, clear sidewalk, yet I still tripped and fell, knees first. Luckily, it did not happen a few minutes earlier, because I would have been in the middle of the street! When I called
Honey to check a detail for this blog, he started through a list of my most ungraceful moments. BTW, I eventually had to have knee surgery to repair the damage caused by multiple tumbles!!

Pat Cochran

By: Arlene

Arlene — Mon, 13 Jul 2009 21:29:01 +0000

Oh gosh, I’m cringing right with you. What a moment. I must say, I haven’t had any personal moments like that, but when I used to dance, there was more than one time where I took a tumble, or turned the wrong way and ran into a fellow dancer, etc. I just kept going and smiled…

By: Holly

Holly — Mon, 13 Jul 2009 20:56:10 +0000

Jane, I got my copy of Easy on the Eyes today in the mail from Amazon! I am so excited! Can’t wait to start reading! : )

By: JP Tammen

JP Tammen — Mon, 13 Jul 2009 20:12:06 +0000

My writers group used to meet at Bellevue Public Library until a mean, bad librarian kicked us out on our literary butts! We had too many writer in the little conference room. I think just one writer too many. Will never forget that. But I do love that I was kicked out of a library… At least you fell out!

By: Jessica L

Jessica L — Mon, 13 Jul 2009 19:05:00 +0000

#9 Patricia………..OMG! I’m sorry, but that is so stinkin’ funny. That’s something that would only happen in a Stephanie Plum novel. Hopefully you can laugh about it now. It sure brought a smile to my face!

And, no, I’m not perfect. I have had my share of “whoops! did I just do that?” moments that I have tried to block many of them out. My mom called me “grace” until I was about 21 – the time I got married and moved out. I was always falling down and skinning my knees and elbows. I could trip over a dust bunny if it got in my way.

College graduation 1994. I walked across the stage, shook hands, received my fake diploma, and let out a huge a- la Arsenio Hall “Whoo, whoo, whoo!” Don’t ask me what I was thinking. I had a brain fart. I was embarrassed and thought for sure that had come out of someone else’s mouth. No, it came out of mine and my husband asked me when he found me later, “What in the world came over you?” Yeah, a shining moment for sure.

Growing up in the Sierra Nevada foothills just above Millerton Lake had so many advantages, especially during the summer with loads of skiing and sunbathing. Don’t ever water ski in a bikini! Ever! I hit the water so fast my bikini bottoms went flying off in the opposite direction of my butt. My friends in the boat were laughing so hard I’m lucky they found my bottoms before they sank or got sucked up in the engine! Ugh.

No, dear friend, you are not alone.

By: Sally Johnson

Sally Johnson — Sun, 12 Jul 2009 04:17:58 +0000

#9 Patricia – thank you for that. I feel less alone in the world.