Wednesday, July 10, 2013
What writing occasionally feels like
I helped a turtle across a road in a state park last week, right after I took this picture of it.
The turtle was not happy with my decision.
It waved its legs.
and opened and closed its mouth.
But then it calmed down and continued on its way.
Sometimes my writing feels like that turtle.
It ambles slowly in one direction
. . . . leg, leg, leg, leg . . .
until I forcibly move it
while it yells at me that I have no idea what I'm doing.
I'm trying to sink into craft this summer, reading and writing and tuning out everything internet (including twitter, where I have been absent for months now, and facebook, which I quit about a year ago. Is this smart? I have no idea.).
Meanwhile, I've read:
A Tale for The Time Being, Ruth Ozeki
The Burgess Boys, Elizabeth Strout
The Celestials, Karen Shepard
Don't I Know You?, Karen Shepard
Vampires in the Lemon Grove, Karen Russell
St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves, Karen Russell
The Interestings, Meg Wolitzer
Life After Life, Kate Atkinson
Where the God of Love Hangs Out, Amy Bloom
If you're reading, I hope you're reading books as wonderful as these.