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Life is just a round of gaierty

This is a famous line from a novel written by a young writer—9 years old, I think—named Daisy Ashford. Her book was published in xxx by xxx. ?? Now I have to find it and report. This is why I hate the thought of moving one last time. I’ll lose all my books and I still need them.

I’ll be back. I haven’t had breakfast yet.

LATER: In the meantime, I picked up a notebook filled with names and urls of theatres, directors, writers, etc. to look up and pitch.(This was a long time ago, maybe late 90s.). Plus other stuff. I found a couple of things I want to make a blog of right away and then leave to you. I must make more decisions like that. But I’m still hung up on Daisy Ashford….

The Young Visiters (sic), by Daisy Ashford, was a phenomenon in its time. These days lots of young “geniuses” are published by their adults to become stars in their own time. Ashford was an exception in that no one else was publishing prematurely.

The day is over and I still haven’t found the book.

There’s always tomorrow.