Reading Update

I just finished reading Here, a collection of poems by Wislawa Szymborska. I’m not going to give it a grade, because I don’t feel like I understand poetry well enough to, but I will say that I liked it. I have several more collections of her poetry on my nightstand. They have different translators. I’m curious to see how the different translations will affect my feelings about Szymborska’s poetry, and I will be reading more of her work soon.

I needed a break from poetry, so I started reading The Songs of Trees: Stories from Nature’s Great Connectors by David George Haskell, but I put it down almost immediately. The first few pages were tediously overwritten, and I didn’t have enough patience at that moment to continue. I will probably give it another shot later. The subtitle (Tales from Nature’s Great Connectors) is what drew me to the book, because the connectivity of trees is a big theme in my novel. I had hoped this book might offer some insight or support for my ideas, but I’m not going to throw away weeks or months of reading time trying to wade through dense, unappealing text. If it doesn’t get better ASAP, it’s going back to the library unread.

After I put down the tree book, I picked up Pride and Prejudice and Zombies by Seth Grahame-Smith and Jane Austen. When this novel first came out, I thought it sounded interesting, but the reviews were mixed. I wasn’t willing to pay full price for it. When I saw it at the library’s used book store a couple of weeks ago, I bought it because I was in the mood for something humorous. I’m only eleven pages in, but it’s good so far. It seems to be mostly Jane Austen’s work, but with bits about a mysterious plague and fighting woven in. I’m curious to see how it will turn out. Many reviewers say that it was a great premise poorly executed. I hope that will not be the case, but I am prepared to abandon the book if it seems to be headed in the wrong direction.

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Unexpected Message

Today my web browser gave me a message. It said,

“Try to be a rainbow in someone’s cloud.” – Maya Angelou

There are strange things happening on the Internet these days, but this one’s nice.

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British at Heart

I’ve always felt that the word “grey” looks better than the word “gray.” And as I think more on the matter, I realize that to me “gray” and “grey” are not even the same color. “Gray” is a drab color. It feels barren and lifeless. “Grey,” on the other hand, has silver in it. It can be a cheerful color that reminds us of the best parts of winter and the mysteriousness of twilight.

So why do I almost always use “gray” rather than “grey” in my writing? Because I’m an American, and I don’t like to be accused of misspelling words. I also spell “judgment” with no E between the G and M, even though it looks wrong. But I want that E. I also want to double up the consonants in certain words (like “traveller” instead of “traveler”). I prefer “catalogue” to “catalog.” And though I feel no great compulsion to add a U to “humor” or to swap the last two letters of “center,” it wouldn’t bother me to do so.

I think it must be that I’m a little British at heart.

But only just a little, because “manoeuvre” and “licence” are sheer nonsense. πŸ˜‰

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Dear Robin

Dear Robin,

My car is blue. I like it that way. Please stop trying to paint it white.

Sincerely,

The Person Whose House You Keep Trying to Build a Nest On

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How Many Times?

How many times must I stick my head out the window and yell at the robin before it gets the message that it should not build its nest in the spot where the power lines connect to our house?

It’s a big world, Robin. Find another spot!

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Bad Habit

I usually read through my news feed as I drink my morning coffee. I’ve been thinking of giving up the news half of the habit, because it starts my day out with a stream of negative stories. Even today, which I considered to be a “light” one in terms of news, included several troubling stories. I started to list them in this post, then reminded myself not to focus so much on the negative. Suffice it to say that morning might not be the best time for absorbing so much bad news.

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Happenings Here

  • My novel is 43,000 words and counting. Slow progress is better than no progress.
  • Marshall, upon hearing a recording of Vladimir Horowitz playing a piece that I often play on the piano, told me that I play it just the same. I like to think that either I play the piece really well or Marshall is really polite, because then either way it would mean I had done something right.
  • Last night was Family Movie Night. We watched Jumanji (2017). It was cute, though some of the humor was IMHO not ideal for impressionable young girls.
  • Speaking of girls, Livia is a mosquito magnet. Counting up her bites last night, she said he had 26. That’s a lot of bites! Poor thing. Of all the traits she could have inherited from me, it’s too bad she got that one. Mosquitoes love me, too. I’ll never forget the time I was standing outside with my husband and sister-in-law, and I was getting eaten alive by mosquitoes while they went untouched. Life is unfair in this way. The best I can hope for is that Livia won’t become as badly allergic as I am. In the spring, mosquito bites are merely a nuisance to me, but as the season goes on, my sensitivity goes up, and by late summer bites become huge welts that are so unbearably itchy that they wake me up in the middle of the night.
  • And speaking of what’s unfair, I was just reading an article today that says if you’re a night owl, you should stay up late and wake late. To do otherwise is to risk your health. As if I didn’t already hate having to get up in early a.m., now it’s going to kill me, too. πŸ™
  • Out in the yard, the caterpillars have not done too much damage, at least not yet. There are quite a few blueberries developing on the wild blueberry plants on the edge of my yard. The violets have gone by, but they had another very good year. The little white ones had expanded their range to cover most of the back yard, and they were like stars in a grassy sky.
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Sick

I was very sick yesterday. My throat hurt so bad I could barely speak. I had the chills so bad that I was shaking. Then my head hurt so bad that I needed an ice pack. I could barely get out of bed. It was so bad that, for a moment, I even considered that I might be dying.

I guess I finally caught the cold that men always seem to get! πŸ˜‰

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Today’s Therapy

Today, in my novel, I will have to face one of my worst fears: ticks. This chapter will not be a pretty one.

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Not So Bad

I feel like I’ve been working hard on my novel, but I’ve only been producing a few hundred words per day. Tonight I wrote about 400. That seemed kind of pathetic, and I was disappointed with my progress. But then I did some math and realized that writing 400 words every day for one year would yield 146,000 words. That’s not so bad!

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