Pears and pens…
January 31, 2011 § 19 Comments
It’s the thick of winter and the thin of my immunity to the colds and flus running rampant through the office in which I work.
Crazy as it sounds, it seems to be going after the “strong” among us rather than those who might typically be considered wan or fragile.
I have written pages and pages, wedged under the comforter with journal atop. Awkard but necessary.
Pages and pages…of nilth.
Which means “nothing” but has more substance to it than actual “nothing” does while having no relationship to filth with which it rhymes. I think HM made up the word. I’ll check later.
I can’t believe I’d like some fresh fruit.
And our Christmas pears are long gone and eaten.
Ah, my kingdom for a pear!
Don’t stop writing, even if you don’t look at the page and you’re just moving your hand across the paper. This will create interesting loops or runes. And maybe you can use it for wrapping paper or something.
Eiyiyi be careful what you read when you don’t feel well. The writing changes shapes and shading and can rise up like a nightmare or fade or in some cases, seem exquisitely wonderful. Maybe because one reads more slowly when head is full of things that Mucinex should ameliorate. That being said, I recommend, though I haven’t finished it: ANYWHERE I HANG MY HAT by Susan Isaacs.
I haven’t read her in ages but remember slicking through several of her novels including SHINING THROUGH, LILY WHITE, AND two others…
This novel, Anywhere I Hang My Hat, is funny, sad, richly written and yeah, kinda New Yorky and Connecticutt-y but it’s above any chick lit kinda thing. Isaacs has an amazing expanse in her writing and even if you don’t love the main character (at least not yet), her inclusion of the world at that time, is wonderful, entertaining and just good reading.