I just figured out a way to get myself blogging. Don’t write everything on a separate page and then save and go back and revise and then cut and paste–go simply to the blog page and write. A blog is a kind of public diary! Why didn’t I get this before? Partly because I’m a perfectionist in my own sloppy way. Being a perfectionist makes me reluctant to allow people to read what I’ve written before it’s been rewritten at least several times. I will try this new and radical approach to blogging and see what happens.
Things that have made me happy lately:
My girlfriend Angela read my tarot cards at a fun Halloween party yesterday. She’s a great reader, insightful and non-threatening; she uses beautiful cards which she keeps wrapped in a purple silk scarf. My cards were positive. Angela said so and I believe her. Of course, I asked a question that was only open to positive outcomes: What should I focus my next book on: 1) my five years living in Saudi Arabia, 2) love and Scrabble, or 3) essays dealing with more-or-less Lithuanian themes. The Scrabble option drew the least positive cards; the Saudi experience drew good “go-ahead” cards, but it’s the book I’m most reluctant to write because I did so many bad bad things while living in that God-fearing, God-forsaken country. I don’t think I’m ready to write that book. The lugan essays also drew positive cards. Angela thought a fourth option I haven’t yet conceived of is very likely; this is an option that will bring me money–she drew a card that had orange-yellow balls hanging on a tree. I thought they looked like grapefruits, but Angela assured me they were gold coins.
Somewhat later, Marty asked for a tarot-reading. He wanted to know who will win the Super Bowl. Angela said the tarot can’t answer those kinds of questions. Marty then told Angela that he was thinking of writing a book. He asked her what he should write about. What is strange is that he wasn’t aware that this is what I had asked about. I felt a twinge of, oh, I don’t know, concern. Marty and I are very competitive, though also very supportive of each other. I was happy, though, that Marty expressed a desire to write more. Just as he introduced me to baseball and competitive Scrabble, I’ve introduced him to writing. He’s a good writer, I think.
What else has made me happy: Richard Gilbert reviewed me on his blog about memoir, Narrative. I was going to provide the link here, but I am so thechno-phobic that I fear I will navigate away from this page forever. He reviewed White Field, Black Sheep and then asked me some good questions. He is definitely NOT a reluctant blogger. I’ve asked my creative writing students to follow his blog. Don’t know if they do.
I’m happy that the Rangers beat the Yankees. I’m happy that San Fran beat the Phillies. I have a secret cruch on Lincecome–would check the spelling of his name but, again, am reluctant to get away from this page. Lincicome? Linsicome?
I’m happy that it’s autumn, a mild, beautiful fall.