Terry McMillan Almost Didn’t Recoil From My Frantic Embrace
November 9, 2011 § 4 Comments
This faded scan of a copy of a photo is all I have of my beautiful, six-day friendship with Terry McMillan.
Every author must pursue the so-called “blurbs” for their first novel. “Blurb” is a heavy, awkward word, reminding one of a fat honey badger struggling in quicksand as a panther lurks near. Here I am at a writer’s retreat in the Belizean Jungle with Terry McMillan, author of Waiting to Exhale, How Stella Got Her Groove, and Dear God Get Her Away From Me, I Don’t Want a Picture With Her, Someone Call the Belizean Police if They’re Not All High and Surfing Somewhere.
My mission: Make Terry Mcmillan love me and write something nice for my first novel. It was quite a challenge.
But in the end, I did prevail, at least in the “write something nice” category. Yes there were a few restraining orders involved, but you know what they say: Fat honey badger don’t care.