So while I learned a lot from you, and don’t regret getting to know you, we’ll never make it as a couple. We just want different things.
Last night was the first meeting of the book group. At this first meeting, I felt I needed to leverage my power as Group Instigator and Generous Benefactor Of Meeting Space, to impose a vision, my vision, of how this should roll. Without being too overbearing, but, I hope, making it clear that my continuing … Continue reading My Rules for a Book Group
The good news: Instead of trolling Facebook, I'm reading Homer. The bad news: I'm still sneaking into news feeds.
I designed my summer this year. Made a plan, carried it out, and it worked! Summer slowed down and I saw every moment of it.
First novel: Depressed woman locks herself up with hawk. (H is for Hawk) Second novel: Blind girl and her father flee Nazis carrying a diamond. (All The Light We Cannot See) Third novel: Fat boy tries to lose his virginity during the bloody reign of Trujillo in Dominican Republic. (The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar … Continue reading The Novelty of Reading Novels Has Worn Off
"Who cares?" "So what?" These are the questions that have derailed me every time I got to the point where I was ready to put my work out there. I'd read my stuff and get the sinking feeling that it was all bullshit. "Who the hell cares? So what?" I'd ask myself. And then I'd … Continue reading Who Cares?
Tomorrow we go to Sanibel Island, Florida. Never been there. It's supposed to have good shells. I am looking forward to sitting under an umbrella, my toes in the sand, the sound of the surf in my ears, and reading voraciously, and then staring out at the horizon with equal absorption. I am looking forward … Continue reading Sanibel Bound