November 14, 2012
Tonight I will sleep the sleep of the justified.
Super-true story: via @yrstrulyrel met Bud drinker @paulbogaards who shot me & Elmore Leonard for @cirinda #nbaward12 twitter.com/HuisceBeatha/s…
— Heather McCormack (@HuisceBeatha) November 15, 2012
This is so cool I can’t hardly stand it.
I’ve been way way down lately, so when India’s and Lucy’s friend Heather commenced live-tweeting about Elmore Leonard from the National Book Awards, I got all excited. She and I got going back and forth, and I told her about my crush on Leonard. And we got talking about one of Leonard’s minor gifts — how he never strikes a false note when he writes about music. Anyway . . .
She said she’d try and get me a photo. And she did.
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I mean, like, practically in an instant. Within fifteen minutes. It probably helped that she’s such a looker, but still . . . . I’m smiling. I am so damn happy.
She is indeed beautiful.
Elmore looks like the cat with the canary…
I figure he appreciates the wimmens, even if he is a solid family man.
Anyway, it was cool to meet him by proxy.
Not a false note. (His half-smile means he’s already thought of a sentence that includes “Lifetime Achievement Award” and “red lipstick”.)
He’s going to keep on living just so long as he keeps on writing.