Timing is Everything … I really appreciated this insight from Angelique L’Amour’s blog post. And as always, how does this relate to my own life? (And some uncomfortable questions that causes me to ask myself.)
Jill Lepore wrote an incredible piece called “The Lingering of Loss” for The New Yorker. I can’t define one facet of this piece that spoke to me (a writer who is also a mom? That intersection of motherhood and creativity? The importance of female friends? [One of mine was having a health crisis when I originally found this.] Loss? There’s been a couple important losses recently in my life. [Although shit, thank God my cat didn’t have a laptop, I don’t even want to know what he’d have surfed on the Internet.]) The whole of this piece is poignant and incredible.
Nick. Cave. That is all.
My husband sent me this article – the gist of it being a state of Iowa employee was dismissed by the governor for having an obsession with the late rapper Tupac Shakur. And the article, right there, as it’s stated sounds like a solid read. Until you click on the link and realize that this employee is not the disenfranchised Gen X-er or Millennial who could/should be digging Tupac’s music, but an old white dude. And all of the sudden, your heart fills with hope. At least mine did after I stopped giggling like a madwoman.
Listening: Earlier this week, I got to see 10,000 Maniacs. Natalie Merchant may not be with the band anymore, but when I listen to 10,000 Maniacs, I’m back in high school. (And actually, driving my car in a ditch while listening to the live version of “Like the Weather”. Seriously. )
Reading: Ooooooof … I finished Tracy Clark’s second Cass Raines book this week (Borrowed Time) and wow. My Kindle drained itself of battery when I was 94% through the book, so I plugged it in and stood to read the rest of it. Reading Clark is like a master class for plot, tension, and dialogue. Also, her characters are just finely drawn people that leap off the page.
I also read Meg Hafdahl’s Daughters of Darkness, her second book in the Willoughby Chronicles. It was literally un-putdownable as in, I started reading it, skipped dinner, and finished it waaaaay after my bedtime.
They say that if you want to be a writer, you need to read avidly. I sometimes lose track of that, but it is true. After reading Meg’s book, I couldn’t sleep and ended up doing some more writing. 🙂
Writing Life: Steady as it goes …
What is Friday Fare? As a recap, on Fridays I post link love to the various bits of arcane shiz I discover on the Interwebs. I liken it to a glimpse into my mind, but without the 80s song lyrics or mental cobwebs.