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Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Novels or Short Stories?
After spending a week without TV, computer or books I've had time to come to a few mundane conclusions about life that I'd like to share. A friend of mine recently had a slight accident and she said to me "I thought I was going to be a short story rather than a novel." For those of you who don't know, I work at a library where we mostly talk in literary terms like that. :) And although short stories can beautiful little gems in a small setting, I tend to like a fat, full blown, wide ranging, in your face, novel. I want to read it all - the good guys and the bad guys, the happy parts and the sad, all the parts that make up a story. And it takes more than a few pages to tell me about it. Life should be a novel not a short story or a novella...what about you? Novel or short story?
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Trick or Treat
There I was - rolling along in my 40s with kids, a job, bills, trying to get to the next paycheck. Next thing I know, I wake up in my 60s. I have no clue how that happened - I was just hitting my stride. Guess that's the trick - times seems to move sooo slowly then you wake up and a chunk of years are gone. And, time is moving faster and faster.
Maybe that's the treat - recognition that time isn't as endless as it seems. So, I'm not saying stop to smell the roses - you could break a hip bending over LOL - but maybe we need to consider that moving slowly is a blessing instead.
Happy Halloween!
Maybe that's the treat - recognition that time isn't as endless as it seems. So, I'm not saying stop to smell the roses - you could break a hip bending over LOL - but maybe we need to consider that moving slowly is a blessing instead.
Happy Halloween!
Saturday, October 30, 2010


Decided to brave the brave new world of blogs...so here's my first attempt.
Just finished reading My Ántonia by Willa Cather...maybe that's why I'm writing? Amazing thoughts and language in the book. Evocative and erotic at the same time - almost as if the land was her lover. Maybe it was.
I am in love with our Baileys Harbor house tilting floors, steep stairs and all. She was built in 1893 and I wonder about all the stories she has to tell.In some ways I think about us both having stories to tell and not knowing how to communicate them.
Last night I watched a movie with the grandboys about the depression (Kit Kitteridge). I recommend it to everyone - yes, it's simplistic and G rated but it's also today's story with soup kitchens, unemployment lines, and hardship foreclosures. I suggest you fire it up and have the kids watch it. By the way - that was before my time!
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