A Writer's Holiday…

The great Garrison Keillor has a funny little website called Writer’s Almanac that I very much appreciate. You can get poetry and his little diatribes via email, and I always appreciate what he has to say about writing. When the holidays are over, some of us will be up against deadlines (Robin and Sara and maybe Mitali), and others of us will have to wade into revisions yet again (Me. Sigh). Writing is never just coming up with a great idea and sitting down. It’s reading it out loud, it’s refining and defining and sharpening and tightening. It’s a lot of work… but it’s truly one of the best jobs in the world.

“And when the book is done, which it will be, and it’s in the bookstore, people ask, “How does it feel?” You say, “Great!” but that’s not true. You feel relief, and disbelief, and a sort of sorrow that it’s gone and what will you do with your life now? Also there is that long passage in the sixth chapter that you meant to rewrite and did not and now you know you should have. And there is that typo. The publisher sent you a copy of the book hot off the press and you opened it at random and there it is, the word “releif” – God showing you that no matter how hard you try, you still fall short. Humility comes with the territory.

Writers get obsessed with a project and lock the doors and sit and work at it, like animals in a leg trap trying to chew through the leg, which is not good strategy… “

The best thing to do right now, Mr. Keillor says, is go for a walk.
Okay, fine: walking in the mall counts, too.

Wishing all my writer friends a few more restful moments before the madness begins again.

A Writer’s Holiday…

The great Garrison Keillor has a funny little website called Writer’s Almanac that I very much appreciate. You can get poetry and his little diatribes via email, and I always appreciate what he has to say about writing. When the holidays are over, some of us will be up against deadlines (Robin and Sara and maybe Mitali), and others of us will have to wade into revisions yet again (Me. Sigh). Writing is never just coming up with a great idea and sitting down. It’s reading it out loud, it’s refining and defining and sharpening and tightening. It’s a lot of work… but it’s truly one of the best jobs in the world.

“And when the book is done, which it will be, and it’s in the bookstore, people ask, “How does it feel?” You say, “Great!” but that’s not true. You feel relief, and disbelief, and a sort of sorrow that it’s gone and what will you do with your life now? Also there is that long passage in the sixth chapter that you meant to rewrite and did not and now you know you should have. And there is that typo. The publisher sent you a copy of the book hot off the press and you opened it at random and there it is, the word “releif” – God showing you that no matter how hard you try, you still fall short. Humility comes with the territory.

Writers get obsessed with a project and lock the doors and sit and work at it, like animals in a leg trap trying to chew through the leg, which is not good strategy… “

The best thing to do right now, Mr. Keillor says, is go for a walk.
Okay, fine: walking in the mall counts, too.

Wishing all my writer friends a few more restful moments before the madness begins again.

Well, that’s over.

Now that we’ve lied to neighbors and friends about having someone else to eat the Big Dinner with, we can heave a sigh of relief and work on being the tall dark strangers of tradition first-footing over the door sill in time for Hogmanay. The trains aren’t running today, and after spending Christmas with the family (via Skype) all we feel like doing is sitting around sucking down candy canes and self-pity anyway. It was gloriously, blazingly SUNNY on Christmas Day at MY house. We had a brief moment of sun in Glasgow, too, but between the massive building next door and the shallow path of the great orb, we only had light for a couple of hours. Sigh. Such is life.

One friend told us that at least Christmas could still be a holy day, even if we weren’t with our families. I was bewildered by that… do people really think it’s a holy day? Okay, yeah, holi-day, I get that. But all of this “in the bleak midwinter” stuff is ridiculous. A.) It’s not MIDwinter; winter just started, and B.) Since when do shepherds watch their flocks by night “all seated on the ground” in snow? Surely even shepherds have better sense than to sit out in the weather. Jesus was probably born in March or April, when shepherds in Bethlehem actually sit outside with their sheep… during lambing. So it weirded me out to hear someone tell us to have a holy day. I’m voting for March. My birthday is quite a holy time…

All right, enough near-blasphemy. Now that Christmas is over, it’s the time of year for my favorite diet tips. American forefathers gifted us with enough self-righteousness to float any enterprise, and a diet ought to be a snap after that, right? “There is a bony blue-nosed bullet-eyed Puritan inside each one of us and I intend to find mine and put him to work.” And good luck with that…

I suppose I’d better begin channeling my holier-than-thou father, then. You! Put that gingerbread down!