Hi...I got through to the end but don’t know if the dramatic spin is too quiet, you know?
Dan is going to read it for me.
So tired. Worked most of today, 1:30 to 10 p.m., with breaks for dinner etc.
Good night.
An ongoing quest for the meaning of life. Does true happiness exist in a Tory Burch turquoise-trimmed sheath, a MarieBelle Dark Chocolate Croquette bar, a rose garden, a rocky Maine beach, a daughter's eyes, an inky star-sprinkled sky, hours of computer keystrokes that tell a story--or all of the above?
Hi...I got through to the end but don’t know if the dramatic spin is too quiet, you know?
Dan is going to read it for me.
So tired. Worked most of today, 1:30 to 10 p.m., with breaks for dinner etc.
Good night.
Sandy Hook Light. Per Wikipedia: The light was built in 1764 to aid mariners entering the southern end of the New York Harbor. It was originally called New York Lighthouse because it was funded through a New York Assembly lottery and a tax on all ships entering the Port of New York. The lighthouse has endured an attempt to destroy it as an aid to British navigation by Benjamin Tupper,[5] and a subsequent occupancy of British soldiers during the Revolutionary War.
Dan and I drove down with Skippy and her two friends.
I instigated a beach cleanup--person who collected the most trash would win $10.
We wore disposable gloves and each had a garbage bag.
It was fun, although Skip just now said she hated it. I watched her and her friend running off, competing for the prize. It was a tie and they each got $10.
We saw:
I didn’t finish crafting the story....far from it. I hope sleeping on it will help.
Good night.
Capote’s “A Christmas Memory,” a return to his Alabama boyhood, is my favorite short story of all time. It was first published in now defunct Mademoiselle magazine in December 1956. Book link from here.
I’ve been planning to enter a short story contest. The deadline is two days away (Saturday). I started the story, but...
Calling on the spirits of some of my favorite writers--Truman Capote, Joan Didion, Sylvia Plath, O. Henry, Flannery O’Connor, not to compare myself to their greatness, but because I admire it--to help and inspire me.
Not operating in a cloud of sugar and carbs should lend me clarity. I made myself write this latest Medium post yesterday so I could clear the air, not carry guilt and shame about overeating, or what I was trying to hide underneath it. Even though I spent the bulk of the day on Addiction Recovery writing, at least it was still writing, the craft I need to call on.
Addiction Recovery Story #27, Pink Magnolia: Sugar Addict Slips at Night
Have a good Thursday.
Heading upstairs to read this April 2021 issue. Magazines are thinner and flimsy these days, and you can find so much on the web, from pie recipes to essays, pink couches to tea towels. Truly, IDK how much longer beloved magazines can make it...a dying breed...but still they stand at the checkout line, like brave soldiers or determined 1950s housewives, apron on, wood spoon in hand.
I have loved buying magazines at airport shops (settling in with a good read distracts you from cramped coach seating and stale cabin air), but with air travel down in the pandemic, it’s been a double whammy for the publishers.
But I invested in this one. I picked it up and put it down at Whole Foods (on a budget) but had a little more cash at Kings six days later. The issue was still on my mind, and I still wanted to hold it in my hands and read it, you know? Such a lovely cover, with the colors...have to find out what she is wearing.
Melissa must sell a lot of copies....I love her as funny, pretty chef Sookie St. James in “Gilmore Girls” and as Molly in “Mike & Molly” (they meet at an OA meeting). I’ve watched both shows in reruns. And she and the rest of the “Bridesmaids” movie cast are so good. Some bathroom humor, but hilarious, touching story. I already know a lot about her from other magazine stories but can’t wait to catch up on new details. And the truth is, it’s compelling to read about a full-figured, life-size, beautiful woman/actress/wife/mother and see where she’s at on her journey. Here I go.
Good night.
Good night.