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Friday, February 21, 2020

Catching up and reaching out




One of the first things I read this morning was a short blog by an author friend about how she’d devoted a day to doing the odd details that often slipped through the cracks of her life. She must have read my mind, because I’d decided to take care of odds and ends—that stack of papers on the corner of the desk needs sorting, and there are odd bits of paper and notes scattered everywhere with things for me to do.

So I called my accountant, called the supervisor of the yard guys and then watched with bated breath while two went on the roof to cut a tree branch that had worked it’s way around a live power wire. Filed some papers for a possible project on down the road and wrote a note to an old acquaintance who’d written after she found me on the Women Writing the West listserv. I had promised to give my suggestions on another author’s query letter—I was pretty drastic and hope she took it well. She used way too many adjectives, and I kept thinking, “Just the facts, ma’am, just the facts.” A synopsis isn’t the place to showcase your writing style—that can come in the actual manuscript.

I sent several emails to friends about everything from last night’s supper to an upcoming gathering to remember a friend who died a couple of months ago. Supper last night came from Eatzi’s—a sort of cafeteria of prepared foods. Upscale and very good. Linda came in from Granbury, and we shopped together for supper. But when I said, “I’ll have a crab cake,” she said, “I will too.” And when I said, “Green beans, please,” she said, “For me too.” We laughed at what they must have thought about us. I also bought a Cotswold cheese with chives—new to me and delicious. The three of us—Jordan joined us—almost ate the whole hunk, so we’ll have to go back from more. The crab cake was almost pure crab, low on filling, and that made it delicious.

But a big thing I did today was to wade through a podcast and a rather long book review friends had said I “must” read and/or hear. In addition, I found a lengthy excerpt from a new book on the online weekday newsletter, Wake Up to Politics. If you don’t know it, do look it up. The excerpt is from The Ones We’ve Been Waiting For, by Charlotte Alter (no relation, but I’d sure claim her). The book appears to be about the changes millennials will bring to our culture and our politics, but in the quoted section, called “The Last Dinosaurs,” she makes some amazing points: Google only launched in 1998; Wikipedia came along in 2001, and the iPhone in 2007. Those social media changes have had an enormous impact on us in a relatively short time. By contrast, the telephone was not in common use until almost seventy-five years after its introduction, and both radio and TV were slow to be found in most households. Millennials are the first generation who never knew anything but this digital world.

The other book that impressed me was Why We Are So Polarized by Ezra Klein. Klein points out that these days few people vote a split ticket—we are less tied to a candidate than to the party. And criticism of our party’s positions doesn’t sway us—we just look for ways to validate our opinions. I confess that I keep thinking that if I can just present the inescapable facts, trumpers will see that he is a thug and a criminal without knowledge and in mental health trouble. I know it really just makes them dig their heels in deeper, but I can’t give it up. The other thing he says is that as our country grows more diverse, representation will grow even less inclusive. Thirty per cent of the population, in certain states with heavy electoral count, will elect the president. It’s a lesson trump learned well in 2016. And what, to me, Klein was basically saying, is that the Constitution as written may not work in this bright new world. He made me re-examine a position that I had denounced as heresy, especially when it came from trump.

All this was heavy reading, but it sure made for an interesting day. Oh, and there was a podcast from “Pod Save America,” which pointed out that Tuesday evening, after the debate, some wag edited the Wikipedia entry on Mike Bloomberg to show his date of death as 02/18/2020. Cause of death? Senator Elizabeth Warren.

Sleep well in these troubled times.


Wednesday, October 25, 2017

Between projects—or being lazy


Writing this as Jacob practices his clarinet not ten feet from me, so please pardon any mistakes. Sometimes it’s mellow, but then there comes that sudden loud, high blast. He gets sent to the cottage because one of the house dogs doesn’t like the music (I use the term loosely). Neither does Sophie—she barks at him.

You know how unemployed people tell you they’re “between positions”? A nice euphemism. Well, I’m between projects. Revised a manuscript, got it to the point it’s ready for my beta reader, and sent it off on Monday. Not quite ready to jump into another manuscript, though I have a vague idea of where I’m going. So I’m being lazy—more time fiddling on Facebook, lots of reading, lots of odds and ends—like how many subscriptions to Kid Sports Illustrated were automatically renewed? Three grandsons read and enjoy it, but I only got one gift card from them. And do I still have vision insurance? Ah, the details of life. Maybe next week I’ll start on a rough outline of the next novel—it will be a Kelly O’Connell Mystery.

Meantime I’m also social. Lunch out Monday and Tuesday. Today, lunch with two friends I haven’t seen in forever. We ate at Bravo! And I ordered a light lunch—cream of mushroom soup and salad, expecting a cup of soup and a small side salad. I was served a soup plate full of rich and delicious soup—so good, but just more than I expected. But we three did some good catching up—they both were with the Fort Worth Star-Telegram for years, so we talked journalism and writing and people in that field. Good and gossipy.

Tonight it was dinner at Fixture, where I have enjoyed many a lunch. I love some things on their menu, others not so much—too much kale. But I got a bit weary of it because they never changed the menu. I’ve decided that changing the menu from time to time is a plus for restaurants. When I checked online this morning, I discovered Fixture has a whole new dinner menu, with such lovelies as chicken and waffles, short ribs, shrimp and grits, and their classic spaetzle. So off Betty and I went. She can never resist shrimp, so she had that, while I settled for bruschetta with tenderloin, tomatoes, and greens. We had a really good chardonnay with it. Lovely meal. And lots of laughter.

Tomorrow I’ve got more odds and ends—my vote-by-mail ballot to fill out, two cooking magazines to browse, insurance to check on. I’m rather enjoying this vacation time.