Sadly, adding a second pistachio/cranberry biscotto to my afternoon soy latte break did not double my writing output. Perhaps I’ll go with a brownie next time.
Witty* quip re Phillip Glass Autobiography.
Person 1: It’s kind of boring.
Person 2: Same words on every page?
*I can say this because I can’t take credit for the wit.
For the last 90 minutes it’s been a stuck record with occasional sighs. And yet, I can write to it, while the chirping of a cardinal outside my office window completely distracts me. Go figure.
I think the last adult nonfiction tome I read was What to Expect When You’re Expecting.* This biography of Robert E. Lee is stunning. You should read it.**
*That was slightly after the Lower Canada Rebellion. Look it up.
**Caveat: I knew the author, Jonathan Horn, when he was a wee lad, but I only promote excellent books, really, honestly. I know lots and lots of writers (ok, some are dead, but I did know them), and I only hype the best stuff.
But, despite its bad writing and endless cliches I’m going to finish it because I bought it and it was expensive.
I don’t have to remember anything for more than five minutes.
*No snide remarks like “You call that a living?” I am very sensitive.
So I said to myself, the title of my blog is boring! The visuals are boring! Time for them to be more like my thoughtful and witty posts.* It’s also truth in advertising, for I am, in fact, an actor, writer, and rabbi’s wife. I don’t walk into bars much, though, for I can be wiped out by a single Mojito.
*You know the drill. No snide remarks.
Last night I made up my mind I needed a Tumblr account. I really, really tried to conquer its many offerings. Then I realized that I’d filled up the last remaining space in the technology compartment in my brain.*
If I put anything more in, something else will fall out the back, e.g., how to use my Nespresso machine. One must have her priorities straight.
*If I had any left I’d use it to figure out how to make this blog look a less like a high school essay.
Starting work on a 4th novel when you’re not finished with revising the first three yet. Think of what an oeuvre I’ll have by the time the first one gets published!*
*Do not say anything snide. It would be too easy. Also, I would hurt you.
And I’m proud of myself, as I was running low on funds and shelf space. I finally broke down and bought A Sense of the Infinite in hard cover tonight at Politics and Prose Hey, you have to support your local independent bookstore, right?