Sarah E. Moffett

So Robert Frost’s house gets ransacked, and somehow I’m motivated to start book two.

Who says there isn’t order in chaos?

Anyway, we all know the mantra, “write what you know.” I’ve tended to take that phrase a bit too seriously. See book one. Well, book two will be a continuation of the life and times of Moffettdom. Only this time, there will be an exploration of that thing that is harder than death. Living. But I digress.

I am posting this blog for two reasons. One, disclaimer. My blogging will be admittedly more sporadic for the next three weeks while I finish the first draft. (My goal is to beat Kerouac. Where is the benzene when you need it?) After that, I’ll return to the amusing anecdotes of Washingtonian living–give or take last week’s socialite book release party and the subsequent Karaoke bar debacle. This brings me to the second thing, which is for those of you that knew me from around 1995 to 2000.

Since it took me years to forget my twisted teen angst, the purple polyester culottes (not my choosing), and that thing that happened that day at that time at that place, I need help…remembering. Specifically, I’m looking for stories and photos of the life and times of Tri-City, the Wilds, Bob Jones University, and heaven help us, everything inbetween, from 1995-2000. If you have any thoughts, memories, photographs, or sentences that begin with “remember when,” please forward them to me either via comment or to moffett_s@hotmail.com. If you don’t have any thoughts to share but know someone who does, feel free to forward this along to them. Alternatively if you don’t know who I am, I probably don’t need your stories.

Disclaimer. This will not be a Truman Capote-esq non fiction novel. Your personal diaries are not requested. Then again, this won’t be James Frey part deux either. Whatever the case, credit will be given where credit is due.

Let the fun begin.

SEM

P.S.) The Growing Up Moffett promotion will be continuing. Yes, this means I’ll focus on the virtual tour. I promise. Maybe. We’ll see.

P.S.S.) Dear DEA, I do not support or recommend or take benzene or any other form of illegal drugs. Enjoy monitoring the website.

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