Monday, February 25, 2019

Reading and Writing

Being stuck inside with a severe head cold, I am finding little to do to amuse myself but write. Painting is out of the question as my near-constant sneezing and runny nose make it all but impossible, whereas a sneeze barely interrupts my writing but for a second. Writing is as close as I can get to having a conversation, but without all that down time waiting for the other person to finish talking. (Eating is also no problem, and I just finished off the ice cream my husband went out and got for me last night when I was feeling my worst.)

One of my friends is fond of keeping a diary, which these days is called "journaling." Journaling is so much more evolved than the "Dear Diary" of the old days. You don't write about what you did, but rather about the profundity of what you did. Since I do almost nothing I or anyone else would consider profound, I don't journal. (Actually, I consider nothing profound except giving birth, and that's the truth.)

I have written many short stories and two novels, none of which have found a wide audience. Or any audience. Even my husband has not read my last novel, which is funny since it's all about him and his twin brother, and it's easily accessible online. But hey, that's his business; my writing style is not for everyone, that's for sure. I don't go for that high-blown descriptive stuff. I hate reading things like, "It was a pale, soft morning and the translucent clouds wafted across the sky like cotton balls." Or maybe they were dark storm clouds that marched across the sky in formation, like rookies at boot camp. Or whatever. I'd rather say, "It was a cloudy day." This is why I don't get published in the New Yorker.

Anyway, I am currently reading a novel by Shirley Jackson, one of my favorite no-nonsense authors, called "We Have Always Lived in the Castle." The last thing she wrote before her death at the young age of 49, and apparently her "masterpiece" according to all the critics, I am surprised that I never read it before, or even heard of it. I just stumbled across it in a bookstore the other day looking for something they didn't have. It's pretty good so I guess I'll get back to it now.

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