Linda Tharpwriter. wonderer. wadder of fitted sheets.
A Little Bit About the Author
hi, I’m Linda
I’m an author, a runner, and an overthinker.
I’m able to identify the pivotal point in my life, that instant responsible for creating a before and an after. Maybe you’ve experienced an instant like that too, or you’ve witnessed someone else’s instant. If this is you, welcome. Even it if isn’t you, welcome. (And if it isn’t you, I hope it stays that way. But if circumstances should change, know that you’ll be okay. I am. Know also that it’s fine if you don’t know how to fold a fitted sheet. Life’s short. Don’t worry about it.)
A Fieldful of Wishes
The book explores the alphabet as it gently illustrates, through rhyme and vivid watercolors, such fundamentals as empathy, curiosity, and authenticity while celebrating the simplicity of childhood.
In The Works
Progress, Not Perfection
These words are great in a hypothetical context. But applied to real life? Not so much. At least not so much in my real life. Because I’m writing a memoir. And it’s something I’ve spent a long time on and something I’m really happy with and really proud of, and something someone who’s work and writing I so admire also really likes. Really likes. But apparently my manuscript isn’t good enough, because it isn’t long enough.
Convention dictates the appropriate length of a memoir. Regardless of how many words are required to tell the story, regardless of word economy, my manuscript is too short. I have not taken enough of the reader’s time. I have been too economical with my word choices.
I must add without inflating. I must add without confabulating. I must, because I’ve come to far to quit.
And I must achieve this without the benefit of diet Coke, because I kicked my 3-Big-Gulp-a-day habit almost a year ago.
I must be crazy.
Random Observations from a Random Observer
“Here: Take my debit card. Do you have some paper? A pen? Because I can write down the password for you. And there’s an ATM right around the corner.” ---Me during a run to would-be robber who wants my new Apple watch I bought for it's GPS/pacing capabilities. Little...
“What do you want to be when you grow up?” That’s a question I’m still trying to answer. Maybe it’s easier as a kid, before limits are placed and doubts set in. And bills accumulate. The easier question now is, “What don’t you want to be?” I’ll tell you what—but it’s...
Me: I understand you’re interested in writing my biography. First, let me say I’m flattered. David: It’s something I’ve wanted to— Me: Wait. I’m not finished. Again, I’m flattered. But I’m also concerned. Your last book—what was it, Squirrel Seeks Chipmunk ?—wasn’t my...