Oh Hell Yeah!
It was a productive day! I worked on Emmett’s book this afternoon, watched this outstanding contest… …and, converted an FSU fan to MSU! Yeah, baby! Productive! I’ll report back on the writing progress (it is going well)! Hail State!
Rolling Right Along…
Good news: The narrative style is working. It lets me channel the research such that Emmett is narrating his story (with a little bit of help from me in the background)! When I started writing about 10 days ago, I used a standard, very structured, academic, follow-the-outline writing method, and frankly, […]
Narrative Nonfiction
One of the struggles of writing Emmett’s book has been about how the story will come out; i.e., straightforward biography a la Sergeant Joe Friday? Or, something more akin to my personal style of writing, which is close to a narrative nonfiction style? I’ve gone back and forth with this […]
Angry at Emmett
Maybe this is all an off-shoot of the intense, compressed writing bloc over the past week, but I’ve noticed for the past several days that I have been — and am — mad at Emmett Wilson. This isn’t the first time I’ve been made at him, but this has been […]
Pardon this interruption…
…for a little Maroon & White celebration!
The Skeleton in the Closet
When I read microfilm, I usually come across titillating bits and interesting articles unrelated to Emmett Wilson, and save them. These little items tell me that people of Emmett’s day weren’t as uptight as we think, and that even 100 years later, we still have a lot in common. Today, […]
Progress Report & Convo with Jule
If you’ve been following along the blog over the past few days, you know that the first chapter is about Emmett’s family. (Well, my family, too. Emmett is my cousin.) The first chapter is in pretty good shape; actually, it is probably going to be divided into two more sections […]
Best. Job. Ever.
So, yesterday, I uncovered the fact that Emmett’s father, Dr. Frank Wilson, may have been operating — literally — for years, without a medical credential. I thought I had this big ‘get’, but no. It turns out he wasn’t breaking any laws. Hell, back then, if you wanted to be […]
Tell my story. 