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
too slowly
. . . . 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.
Comments
Thanks for the great book list!
P.S. I really like Collin, and I know someone who's like him in a way :)
Sorry for the long comment!
Don't apologize! I loved every word of it. It's fun to get deep into twisty thinking about time-travel, and I hope you'll let me know what you think at the end.
Will,
Yes. And sometimes you can let the writing roll quietly and sometimes you have to muscle it into a new place. The kitten is great, thanks. He's getting rather large.
Steven,
I had no idea! City girls should not cross turtles, probably. Though this one was a baby. (I think?)
Rebecca
Loved the book!