tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749441106951177798.post632177191360119543..comments2023-09-05T04:14:58.464-07:00Comments on Patagonian Road: Crowds of the RareKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12425840695580155840noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749441106951177798.post-73349733763283921942015-06-06T00:18:45.286-07:002015-06-06T00:18:45.286-07:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16821094209398995078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749441106951177798.post-200679839722110692015-05-22T11:40:03.533-07:002015-05-22T11:40:03.533-07:00I just read the Wunderkids, too. I am fifty and ha...I just read the Wunderkids, too. I am fifty and have often wondered, why ain't I famous yet? I've always wondered why ain't I famous? And I wrote a writer friend recently, who also wonders why I'm not famous, that I think I just haven't worked hard enough. And I haven't had enough luck. But as you point out here, there is just more to living. I've raised two children, worked full time, made a successful marriage, kept old friends. And by a lot of writers' standards (which were once my own) I am very successful. But I am also viciously jealous of, say, Lena Dunham and think, if I had grown up like that in that place with those people and parents I would have been that person. Only better. Rebeccahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06690211587886272485noreply@blogger.com