TICKLING THE IVORIES – Marilyn Armstrong

FOWC with Fandango — Ivory

Way back when … No, wait. Let’s take that from the top.

WAY back when I was halfway between toddler and kindergarten, it was discovered that I had some kind of musical ability. My brother was taking piano lessons, but I could play them and he couldn’t. Turned out, he was tone-deaf. All he wanted was a ball, a bat, and lemme outta this house!

Through the wood glider

So he got the ball and bat and I got the piano lessons. Tickling the ivories, it was called because back then, piano keys were made of ivory. Or had been. By the time I got my grand piano — a 14th birthday gift from mom — they were hard plastic. Steinway didn’t want any more dead elephants on their conscience.

I got pretty good at tickling those ivories, but not good enough to be a serious performer. The truth was, I didn’t really want to be a musician. I was going to write great novels and be famous, live alone in a house on a cliff in Maine overlooking the Atlantic Ocean.

And look how close I’ve come?

11 thoughts on “TICKLING THE IVORIES – Marilyn Armstrong

  1. Half way there, geographically 😉 Also, a published book and writing for a pretty good sized crowd daily. So locally famous writer who is halfway to Maine… close. Truthfully, we all have to have those dreams and follow them as much as we can, but life and reality usually gets in the way.


    • I got a lot closer than I thought I would. It turned out I had absolutely NO aptitude for writing long-form fiction. I can write mini fiction, history, documentation, news, and commentary. But not fiction. I can’t get my characters to DO anything. They just sit around and think, which even I think is boring. The house on the cliff would have made a nice “getaway,” though perhaps difficult to access. 😊

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