I wish I could say I've completed a first draft of my next book, but the truth is I'm far from that point. Every night before I fall asleep, I listen for my characters to speak. Every day I continue reading and waiting to get back to work. Ah well, one day soon … This… Continue reading If wishes were books …
Call me a Pollyanna if you must
In the past month, when I took breaks from writing I watched movies. I’m going to tell you about three of them.Two were set in Ireland, one in Australia. Two, I’ll recommend, the other I won’t, even though it was well made. I’ll explain why, though you may not agree. My first recommendation is Ondine,… Continue reading Call me a Pollyanna if you must
The fear and psychedelia of “vacationing”
I’m “vacationing” from my virtual life this week. Where I live, this is the last week of vacation before the school year begins, and I’m being visited by granddaughters. By the end of this week, I’ll have seen four of my five, and spent considerable time with two of them. With those two, it’s serious… Continue reading The fear and psychedelia of “vacationing”
Hell is being sick … and not being able to read!
By a strange coincidence, a virus felled me the day after I saw the movie Contagion. That was bad enough, but the topper was that for a couple days, I was too sick to even read. You can only sleep so much, and with my need for glasses, it’s not easy watching television lying down. And writing—even to just think the words—fuhgeddaboutit!
Death and The Tree of Life
Due to my awareness of a certain Florida trial, the early part of this summer has carried a depressing overtone of death. With a nod toward synchronicity, I spent a couple hours yesterday afternoon considering another death, but this time it was a beautiful and thrilling experience. I’m speaking of the Palme d’Or winner of the 2011 Cannes Film Festival, the Terrence Malick film, The Tree of Life.