Updated: Feb 20, 2022
Writing is going well, but I have no blogginess in me, at all, at all. Perhaps I’ll just share this quote:
But I am very poorly today and very stupid and hate everybody and everything.
Charles Darwin
Somehow, this quote makes me very happy. I read it and think, Oh, I’m not the only one who has days like that!
Maureen
Updated: Feb 20, 2022
We’re in the middle of a multi-day snowstorm. The snow looks like Hollywood fake snow, like soap flakes shaken out overhead, falling in loose piles. It’s light to walk through, light to shovel, and a sticky, gooey mess on the roads.
There are still leaves on the trees, pumpkins on the steps, and green grass buried under the piles of white, but it’s definitely winter now.
I find myself humming Christmas carols , in our postcard world.
Maureen
Updated: Feb 20, 2022
A while ago I came across a quote by Louis Sachar, author of Holes:
“I always feel like I live two lives. There’s the famous Louis Sachar and then there’s me. The ‘me’ is the one who just writes in his room everyday and plays bridge and doesn’t see a connection between writing in his room and the books that are out in the world.” He’s still taken aback when someone asks for an autograph. “I want to say, ‘No, I’m this Louis Sachar. You want the other guy.'”
I think this exactly captures my feelings at Wordfest, when kids lined up for autographs. Really? I enjoy the kids, especially when we have time to really connect, but the ‘awe of the author’ moment is really weird. Luckily the work requires that I put aside ego, and simply settle back into story.
Maureen
