Five on Saturday
Why I’m writing this post on Saturday: Because yesterday morning we had a big windstorm. One minute it was a nice, calm Friday morning and the next it was so windy I thought the fir tree in the backyard was going to crash into my house. And lots of trees did crash down all over the city. Turns out the combination of our very wet soil and everything in bloom was not a good match for high wind. And so yeah, the power went out. I had appointments all day, including on Skype, and nearly decamped to my son’s house. Luckily, it came back on quickly. But then it took a bit to get the internet working…and such distractions are murder on the schedule.
What I read: I finished the first Maisie Dobbs novel and am on my way to the library today to get #2. I know I’ve written about this series a lot, but I haven’t been this taken with a character in a long while. It’s interesting, because in this first book there are some things that would normally drive me crazy and make me throw the book against the wall, like viewpoint shifts. But the character and the setting–London between the two wars–keeps me so fascinated I don’t care. I emerge after finishing the book and every other book I have on my to read shelf looks dull and boring by comparison.
What I’m writing: Perking along on the novel rewrite. One thing I noticed in the Maisie Dobbs novel is what a great job she does of withholding information. The reader may not learn the fate of a character for many pages. Or, Winspear will hint at something in Maisie’s backstory and only later reveal it. This is not a technique that is new to me, of course, but it is useful to see it in action. (This is why we read as writers.) And, I’ve been applying it to this novel rewrite with good result. (Or so I say. Nobody has yet read this thing but me.)
Most popular post on Instagram: The doll hospital.
What I did last night: Took a friend who is attending a conference for death and grief therapists here in town to an open house at The Dougy Center. I’ve driven by this place a million times–it’s on my route to my daughter’s house–but have never (thank God) had reason to go in. The center is a non-profit that helps families cope with grief over the death or dying of a loved one. In 2009, a huge arson fire destroyed their offices, located in an old home. So they build a new place–and it is amazing, with myriad rooms devoted to various activities–talking, art, music, games, a theater and a mock-up of a hospital room. It is hard to express how incredible this place is–but it is a testament to rising literally from the ashes into something way better than the original.
That’s my report. What’s yours?