Recently I received an invitation to speak in Regina, Saskatchewan. Of course I said yes. It is someplace I would never see, otherwise! But here's the astonishing thing: the invitation was for the spring of 2012.
I am 72 years old. In the spring of 2012 I'll be 75. Assuming I am still alive. And functional. This morning's NY Times has an article about Margaret Drabble, who has called it quits, writing-wise, because she is 69 and feels she has nothing left to say.
Scott O'Dell died at 91 and was working on a new book, I was told by his editor, when he died. So I am thinking of Scott O'Dell and hoping to emulate him, instead of Margaret Drabble.
And here is a funny Scott O'Dell story, Two, actually.
In 1979 I was in New York for whatever convention was being held there---probably ALA---and I was invited to a cocktail party honoring Scott O'Dell. I was in my hotel room, alone, getting dressed to go that party, when I realized that I couldn't reach the middle button on the back of my dress. It was just at that one place that was unreachable though I contorted myself trying before I gave up. Finally I decided the heck with it, and I left my room with the button unbuttoned....