Oops! I Did It Again...
I just knew I would blog about this, that or the other but I guess not. I was really busy with that job - a temp job that was allegedly going to be permanent, but it wasn't meant to be. To make a long story short, I'm much better off.
I have two writing classes and usually writing classes help my professional writing, but not this time. It all feels like a chore. Sometimes writing gets to be like that - always at the most inopportune moments - but I just push through it. After all, I can't give in to the luxury of writer's block. As Joyce Carol Oates once said:
One must be pitiless about this matter of mood. If art is, as I believe it to be, a genuinely transcendental function - a means by which we rise out of limited, parochial states of mind - then it should not matter very much what states of mind we are in.
Whenever I want to chuck it all in, that quote comes to my mind. Or, I'll wince when I remember this Walter Mosley quote:
If you want to be a writer, you have to write every day. The consistency, the monotony, the certainty, all vagaries and passions are covered by this daily reoccurrence. You don't go to a well once but daily. You don't skip a child's breakfast or forget to wake up in the morning. Sleep comes to you each day, and so does the muse.When I'm finished with all of my wincing and guilt-tripping, I'll go and take a look in my refrigerator.
Well, okay... my house is not that nice and I don't have any furniture - but you get the idea.
The book on my aunt is coming along fine - even with a few dings from a few agents that I submitted the proposal to - but that's the nature of the beast. Many have expressed interest in the novel that I mentioned in passing, so maybe that's the way to go first. Who knows?
And, let's see - what else is going on? Oh! Have I mentioned that I'm thinking about going vegetarian? Well, okay maybe semi, but most likely straight-up vegetarian if they go through with this cloned meat/milk thing. That's right, meat and milk from friggin' cloned animals. Heck, I may even go vegan.
Since my writing has sucked lately, I've been doing a lot of reading. I just started Lost Hearts in Italy, a novel about the aftermath of an adulterous affair between a married Black American woman and an older Italian man by Andrea Lee. I hadn't planned on it, but I was at the Barnes & Noble store at Union Square about two weeks ago and I stumbled upon The New Yorker Festival. As always, I had a ton of bags on me - groceries, books, you name it - and I was on my way out the door when I spotted Andrea Lee going up the escalator. Now, why did I have to see her? I guessed immediately that she was either signing or talking for the festival and I was right. She was going to sign copies of her book alongside Julian Barnes (writers sign two at a time at these events.) So, I spent $25.96 that I really didn't have because I didn't want to miss the opportunity to meet her briefly and have her sign a book for me. Andrea Lee is a very interesting woman. If you haven't had a chance to read anything by her, start here and then get thee to your nearest bookstore at once. Oh, and brush up on your Italian.