tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post8097994620789378779..comments2024-03-28T14:33:26.011-04:00Comments on Jungle Red Writers: Guest Blogger Jane ClelandJungle Red Writershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16646429819267618412noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-45443073796120437782008-09-19T15:07:00.000-04:002008-09-19T15:07:00.000-04:00Funny, funny story, especially the way you tell it...Funny, funny story, especially the way you tell it here. This revived me from my 3 p.m. slump (which lasts from approximately 1 to 4:30).<BR/><BR/>See you at Bouchercon, I hope. I will reconnoiter for trash cans before you get there if you like.G.M. Malliethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13805971625496094303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-34801556926671943772008-09-17T18:54:00.000-04:002008-09-17T18:54:00.000-04:00Jane, now we know that you and Josie are both grac...Jane, now we know that you and Josie are both graceful as gazelles. Do you share any other traits?Rosemary Harrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08033747422699443024noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-5555718183751909192008-09-17T16:51:00.000-04:002008-09-17T16:51:00.000-04:00Welcome Jane! How hilarious..and you did handle it...Welcome Jane! How hilarious..and you did handle it with aplomb. (I can't imagine you any way but elegant.)<BR/><BR/>My most embarrassing moment is SO embarrassing, it's too horrible to share or to put into a book. But let me just say the conversation ended like this:<BR/><BR/>HANK: Oh, are you his mother?<BR/>WOMAN: No,I'm his wife.Hank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17420701704169428286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-89434739517911468952008-09-17T15:37:00.000-04:002008-09-17T15:37:00.000-04:00Thank you all... No, Josie hasn't fallen in a tras...Thank you all... No, Josie hasn't fallen in a trash can. She is way more coordinated than I. But you're a 100 percent right... no one would believe if you wrote about it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-91456028193266806582008-09-17T09:57:00.000-04:002008-09-17T09:57:00.000-04:00Brilliant story, Jane! It's so nice to start the d...Brilliant story, Jane! It's so nice to start the day with a good laugh--and I'm sure my keyboard will recover from the coffee shower!Laura Benedicthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08474185786017084327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-34764589317260349182008-09-17T09:52:00.000-04:002008-09-17T09:52:00.000-04:00Hi Jane,I think that story, and your entertainini...Hi Jane,<BR/>I think that story, and your entertainining use of that story illustrates why you are so successful -- in both writing and public speaking.<BR/>What a great anecdotal lead to a career! What a great metaphor for life. <BR/><BR/>Thanks for sharing it!Jan Broganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11323983086318138814noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-43837470900123331532008-09-17T09:42:00.000-04:002008-09-17T09:42:00.000-04:00But has Josie Prescott fallen head first into a ga...But has Josie Prescott fallen head first into a garbage can...or is that in her future? Actually, that's the kind of thing that, if you put it in a book, no one would believe.<BR/><BR/>My husband slipped on a banana peel. Twice...the same peel...coming and going. Can't take him anywhere.<BR/><BR/>Welcome, Jane!Hallie Ephronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04759439029582054503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-13418681998444768702008-09-17T07:13:00.000-04:002008-09-17T07:13:00.000-04:00Wonderful story Jane--that is grace under fire. An...Wonderful story Jane--that is grace under fire. And thanks for visiting Jungle Red! We're grateful for all you do for MWANY.<BR/><BR/>The wonderful thing about terrible gaffes is that you can use them in your books. A couple of years ago, I was on the Yale Golf Course with some friends. I'd taken the cart down a path through the woods and as I emerged, I turned to look for them on the fairway. I glanced back just in time to see the fence in front of me, stamped on the gas (NOT the brake,) and crashed through the split-rails.<BR/><BR/>You can bet I used that one! What about Josie, has she had an altercation with a trash can yet?Lucy Burdette aka Roberta Isleibhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04660402177299546055noreply@blogger.com