One week of Nanowrimo down and I'm not where I had hoped I would be. Welcome to the world of writing. These are waters I've navigated before and if it weren't for the items listed below, I'm sure I'd be farther along. (Please allow me these excuses. You know and I know they are transparent at best, but if I can convince myself that I will focus again on Wednesday, I'll just...feel better. Okay?):
- Today marks the one year anniversary of this blog. My first post. I didn't feel it was necessary to do a retrospective. If you feel you would like to trip the light fantastic on your own, please do visit the archives. It has been a good year, but the blog posting has been spotty and I still have a running list of posts that I promised but failed to deliver. (Jury Duty Parts I-IV, the AM Homes reading, Marisha Pessl & Andrea Siegel write-ups and a final matchy matchy round up come to mind.) With a year of blogging under my once-innocent belt, I now understand how lame it is to say you will post something and fail to follow through. I get it. Rest assured that I am a harsh critic of my own work and if there is a post you wish I had posted...well, golly gee...I'm more worried about it than you are. Months later. So, here's to a year of promised posts getting posted. Or, you know, not promising anything.
- Today also marks the day before the election. I have been volunteering all weekend and will be doing so over the next two days (insert nanowrimo excuse and/or simply note the thousands of words that were supposed to be written and weren't) with the hope that we can wake up on Wednesday in a country we believe in again. Not sure it will happen, so I'm giving it everything. I know this is a midterm election and I know many will not get out there and vote -- but please do so anyway. Please. This will be very tight.
- Three pages left of Banville's The Sea and I'm now perplexed. The writing, as always, is lovely, but did it drag for you? I find myself wanting to skip ahead. What's wrong with me? Thoughts.
- While many in LA will be clamoring to see Tod Goldberg interview Richard Ford (this will no doubt be an astounding event, but with Tod's students getting in free and it being, well, RICHARD FORD, I'm guessing the lines will be long and the seats very scarce), I offer up another (equally?) tantalizing alternative: David Mamet at the Central Library. Okay, maybe not as yummy, but not bad for a ten minute walk from my place.
The next 24 hours will be a flurry of activity and the mood here will be directly tied to Tuesday's results. Jubilation or angry sulking will ensue. Do check back.
