I’m popping by to say I looked up the quote: it’s from a 1950 movie, “Harvey,” with Jimmy Stewart. My mother used to love putting together “treasure hunts” for us kids; it sounds like something she might have said when we were begging for clues.
Kathleen’s prize was a free copy of my wordplay book, Memograms, for her Kindle.
Kathleen is a little unusual in that she doesn’t make you pay to try her writings. She posts her fiction, chapter by chapter, story by story, right there on her web site, for all to read and comment upon. I’ve started reading her and I find her opening sentences absolutely intriguing:
Outside the Playhouse, Fletcher clutched his heart, stricken, and thrust his thermos at Matthew. “Pour me a drink, you bloody paedophile!”
From The Battered Child:
A month after his Emergency Contraception escapade, he still couldn’t guess.
From Plan B:
Not shaving for one day didn’t make much difference. But he wore a black woolen ski cap (which all the young men were wearing that summer), a huge Van Halen T-shirt, wide-legged jeans, Adidas, and nonprescription glasses in a thin metal frame.
If those openings don’t make you want to know more, then you should just stick to reading soup can labels! Check out her work. You just might find yourself to be a fan.