Breaking News! The Clarissa Burden I've Got A Secret Postcard Project! What's Your Secret?
We've all got them. They make the world spin and our lives more interesting: Secrets.
We also have to unburden ourselves from time to time . . .
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How Clarissa Burden Learned to Fly's beleaguered heroine wanders though the early hours of the 2006 summer solstice imagining her husband is dead. She's horrified to realizethat she spends 80 percent of her waking hours and a good portion of her dreamtime wracked with spousal death scenarios which, while improbable, rise from her subconscious with all the ease of a sigh.
There is so much Clarissa can't tell. She can't say even to the walls of an empty room, "I'm trapped in a loveless marriage." She can't whisper, "Oh my goodness, every time my husband leaves the house, I imagine him getting run over by an eighteen wheeler." No. She can't tell a single living being her most fundamental truths. But you can.
To celebrate the April 2 launch of How Clarissa Burden Learned to Fly, I'm starting The Clarissa Burden I've Got a Secret Postcard Project.
Let me prompt you with a few imagined possibilities:
You don't tell your wife that you stop off twice a week at the local bar on your way home.
This drives you crazy: the way your husband incessantly shakes his peanuts before tossing them down his throat.
You find your partner's pasta primavera inedible but you simply can't tell her.
You want to quit your high salaried job and study violin making but you think your spouse would never understand.
Do you hate the way your husband says, "Howdy, sailor," to your male colleagues?
That trip to Belize? It wasn't business.
You're having an emotional affair.
You're having a physical affair.
You and your partner are vegans. You will never let her know that every Wednesday you have a Big Mac for lunch.
You hate being married.
You have a habit or a passion—banal or complex—and you can't tell your spouse about it.
I don't know what your secret is. But you do. And I want you to share. Anonymously. Celebrate with me the publication of How Clarissa Burden Learned to Fly by sending an anonymous postcard to:
I've Got A Secret! The Clarissa Burden Postcard Project
PO Box 98
Panacea, Florida 32346
Or email me anonymously at mail@conniemayfowler.com.
I will post your secrets on my website (www.conniemayfowler.com) and will post one a day on Facebook and Twitter.
And remember: Shhhh! I won't tell a soul who you are because this is an anonymous project.
How Clarissa Burden Learned to Fly's beleaguered heroine wanders though the early hours of the 2006 summer solstice imagining her husband is dead. She's horrified to realizethat she spends 80 percent of her waking hours and a good portion of her dreamtime wracked with spousal death scenarios which, while improbable, rise from her subconscious with all the ease of a sigh.
There is so much Clarissa can't tell. She can't say even to the walls of an empty room, "I'm trapped in a loveless marriage." She can't whisper, "Oh my goodness, every time my husband leaves the house, I imagine him getting run over by an eighteen wheeler." No. She can't tell a single living being her most fundamental truths. But you can.
To celebrate the April 2 launch of How Clarissa Burden Learned to Fly, I'm starting The Clarissa Burden I've Got a Secret Postcard Project.
Let me prompt you with a few imagined possibilities:
You don't tell your wife that you stop off twice a week at the local bar on your way home.
This drives you crazy: the way your husband incessantly shakes his peanuts before tossing them down his throat.
You find your partner's pasta primavera inedible but you simply can't tell her.
You want to quit your high salaried job and study violin making but you think your spouse would never understand.
Do you hate the way your husband says, "Howdy, sailor," to your male colleagues?
That trip to Belize? It wasn't business.
You're having an emotional affair.
You're having a physical affair.
You and your partner are vegans. You will never let her know that every Wednesday you have a Big Mac for lunch.
You hate being married.
You have a habit or a passion—banal or complex—and you can't tell your spouse about it.
I don't know what your secret is. But you do. And I want you to share. Anonymously. Celebrate with me the publication of How Clarissa Burden Learned to Fly by sending an anonymous postcard to:
I've Got A Secret! The Clarissa Burden Postcard Project
PO Box 98
Panacea, Florida 32346
Or email me anonymously at mail@conniemayfowler.com.
I will post your secrets on my website (www.conniemayfowler.com) and will post one a day on Facebook and Twitter.
And remember: Shhhh! I won't tell a soul who you are because this is an anonymous project.
Published on March 01, 2010 14:58
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