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Have you ever read a book and thought one of the characters
was a dead ringer for someone you knew?
Today’s #TwoForTuesday writing prompt “two books that remind
you of someone,” turned out to be more difficult for me than I had anticipated,
but I chose A Man Called Ove, by
Fredrik Backman and The Importance of Pot
Liquor, by Jackie Seals Torrence. One is a well-known book and the other
one not so much.
A Man Called Ove, by Fredrik Backman
A Man Called Ove, by Fredrik Backman
The main character in this book, Ove, reminds me of a
relative of mine who I will not identify for obvious reasons.
Ove is a 59-year-old man at odds with the world. From the opening scene of computer-illiterate Ove attempting to buy a computer from a much younger computer geek store assistant to the scenes in which Ove pays his respects to foreign cars, much of his personality and outlook on life resonated with me and brought to mind my relative. That’s what made much of A Man Called Ove so funny to me.
The Importance of Pot Liquor, by Jackie Seals Torrence
The Importance of Pot Liquor, by Jackie Torrence
Chances are, you’ve never heard of this book. Chances are,
you have no idea what pot liquor is unless you’re of a certain age and a native
of North Carolina or another state in the American South. I’ll start by giving
an explanation of “pot liquor.” It has nothing to do with the alcoholic kind of
liquor. It is sometimes spelled “pot likker.”
What in the world is
pot liquor?
Pot liquor is the liquid left in the pot after beans or other vegetables have been cooked and removed from the pot. I learned the term from my mother who was born more than 100 years ago on a farm and was one of 10 children. In other words, she grew up in a household where no food was wasted.
Therefore, I also grew up in a household where no food was
wasted. We would never (and still wouldn’t dream of) pouring pot liquor down
the drain. (Well, actually, I don’t drink or save broccoli pot liquor. I have
to draw the line somewhere.)
When a pot of beans or other vegetables had been eaten and only the juice remained, my mother would usually offer the “pot liquor” to me. I rarely turned it down. What my mother knew that I didn’t know is that pot liquor is nutritious. It contains the vitamins and minerals that the cooking water leached out of the vegetables. I just thought it tasted good. My favorite has always been black eyed peas.
To this day, I like pot liquor, but now I usually freeze it.
I keep a quart container in the freezer in which I add pot liquor from the
cooking of various vegetables. This combination of various pot liquors is
eventually used when I make homemade vegetable soup or have a recipe that calls
for vegetable broth.
A note about the author
The author of The Importance of Pot Liquor, Jackie Torrence, lived in Salisbury, North Carolina, not far from where her slave ancestors lived on Second Creek. Though born with a speech impediment, Ms. Torrence became a master storyteller and traveled the United States performing her stories and teaching others the craft of storytelling. She died in 2004, confined to a wheelchair due to arthritis.
Back to the book title…
With my explanation of pot liquor (which probably made some of you gag) out of the way, let’s get back to the book that reminds me of someone. I read the book in 2011, so I don’t remember the details of the book. That’s all right, because it is the title itself of Jackie Seals Torrence’s 1994 book, The Importance of Pot Liquor, which reminds me of my mother and also of an elderly family friend and distant relative, Miss Eugenia Lore.
Miss Eugenia and “The
Wah”
Miss Eugenia was quite a character and very much a product
of her generation and family history. She was born in 1888 in Concord, North
Carolina. Her father served in the Army of the Confederate States of America
during the Civil War. She showed us the canteen he carried in the War which, in
her Southern accent, she always referred to it as “The Wah.”
The portrait of Robert E. Lee that hung on her parlor wall
had been purchased by her father as part of a fundraiser to secure the money
needed to erect a statue of Lee in Richmond, Virginia. If anyone in her
presence dared to call it the “Civil War,” she was quick to correct them with
the words, “There was nothin’ civil about it!”
Unlike my mother, Miss Eugenia was raised in town. Her
mother had “help” as in The Help, by
Kathryn Stockett. One time Miss Eugenia made a disparaging remark about pot
liquor because no one of her social status would have drunk it, and my mother responded
with something like, “Oh, I love pot liquor. You don’t know what you’re
missing.” Miss Eugenia was visibly appalled. In her mind, only an
African-American household servant would “have” to drink pot liquor.
I agree with my mother. Miss Eugenia didn’t know what she
was missing!
Sometimes I get carried away and forget my blog is for you. It’s not for me. You have a limited amount of time to read, so I’m flattered that you read my blog posts.
If my blog doesn’t fill a need of yours, then reading it is a waste of your time. The pressure is on me every week to inspired you, make you laugh, give you something to think about, or at least put a smile on your face.
Although
I’ve been blogging for almost nine years, I’m still learning. If there is
something on my blog page that isn’t of benefit to my readers, I need to delete
it.
Deleted national flags widget
In an effort
to declutter my blog on February 4, I deleted the widget that showed the flags
of all the countries in which my blog readers reside. I realized that showing
those 93 flags was for my own edification, not yours. That widget was providing
information that you probably didn’t care about. I’m a geography nerd, so I
found it very interesting.
Actually, I
found it shocking and a bit frightening to know that people in that many
countries had looked at my blog at least once. The biggest surprise was when
the flag of the People’s Republic of China first appeared.
My most popular posts
In place of
the national flags widget, I added a widget that lists my 10 most popular blog
posts. This should help my new reader find some of my best posts, and it will help
me see at a glance the topics that garner the most interest.
An unexpected source
I knew my
blog was for my readers, but it wasn’t until I started reading Building a StoryBrand: Clarify Your Message So Customers Will Listen,
by Donald Miller that I was prompted to try to view my website and my blog
through the eyes of a first-time visitor.
Everywhere Building a StoryBrand says, “customer,” I mentally substitute “reader.” Sometimes it works better than others. Although Mr. Miller’s book targets business owners, it made me ask myself how my website and blog portray me as a writer. I’ll continue to make changes that help first-time visitors become loyal readers.
Mr. Miller says a person should be able to look at my blog or my website and know within five seconds what I’m about.
That book prompted me to ask myself, “What does my reader need?” and “What is my reader hoping to gain by reading my words?” Mr. Miller’s book dovetails into Mr. Alda’s book and reinforces what Mr. Alda said about communication.
The purpose of my website and blog
Mr. Miller’s
book prompted me to state the purpose of my website and blog in one sentence.
When I got to the heart of what I’m trying to accomplish, this is what I
concluded:
The purpose
of my website and blog is to show you that I write with authority and skill
and, therefore, you can trust that my writing is worthy of your time.
If it sounds
like I’m boasting, that’s not my intent. I’m setting the bar high for myself,
and will read that purpose every day when I sit down at the keyboard.
Until my next blog post
I hope you
have a good book to read. I just finished listening to The Midwife’s Confession, by Diane Chamberlain. (Audio books come
in handy when a reader has vertigo.)
If you’re a
writer, I hope you have productive writing time.
Thank you for reading my blog.
You could have spent the last few minutes doing something else, but you chose
to read my blog.
What are you hoping to find in my blog? A smile? Humor? Something to ponder? Inspiration? My take on a book I’ve read? Samples of my fiction writing? A variety of these?
My third grade teacher, Miss Ruth Jarrell, was a soft-spoken woman with beautiful handwriting. When a student asked Miss Jarrell how long she’d been teaching, she said that was her 13th year. We thought she was ancient if she’d been a teacher that long. It was only when I was in my mid-30s that I realized I was as old as Miss Jarrell had been when she taught me. Thirty-five no longer seemed old.
Another thing I remember Miss Jarrell for was her reading to us. If we behaved in the school cafeteria, she would read to us when we returned to our classroom after lunch.
White Squaw: The True Story of
Jennie Wiley, by Arville Wheeler
White Squaw: The True Story of Jennie Wiley, by Arville Wheeler
The book Miss Jarrell read to us that is still vivid in my
memory was White Squaw: The True Story of Jennie Wiley, by
Arville Wheeler. Jennie was abducted by Native Americans in 1789 in Bland
County, Virginia and taken to Kentucky. After almost a year in captivity,
Jennie escaped and was helped back to her husband in Virginia.
The word “squaw” is offensive to us today, but since the
word is part of the book’s title, I decided to write about it anyway. Any book
that one has fond memories of more than 50 years after hearing it read deserves
recognition.
Teachers never know which seeds they plant in their
students’ minds will take root and flourish. It was only when I was thinking
about today’s topic that I realized White
Squaw was my introduction to historical fiction. Miss Jarrell didn’t live
to see me pursue a career as a writer of history and historical fiction.
Follow the River: A Novel Based on the True Ordeal of Mary Ingles, by James Alexander Thom
Follow the River: A Novel Based on the True Ordeal of Mary Ingles, by James Alexander Thom
Twenty or more years ago, Janie Snell, a friend of mine who
lives in Ohio, recommended that I read Follow
the River, by James Alexander Thom. It is a novel based on the experiences
of Mary Ingles – not to be confused with Mary Ingles Wilder of Little House on
the Prairie fame.
This Mary Ingles lived in the Blue Ridge Mountains of
Virginia. She was kidnapped by Shawnee Native Americans in 1755. After being
held captive for months, she escaped her captors and by herself followed the
Ohio, Kanawha, and New Rivers back to her home.
It is merely coincidental that White Squaw and Follow the
River are about white women who were abducted by Native Americans in the
1700s. They are the two books that instilled in me a love of books – a love of
reading.
If allowed to name
four books
If today’s blog topic prompt had been “Four Books That
Helped Me Fall in Love with Reading,” the other two I would have written about
would have been Roots, by Alex Haley
and Centennial, by James A. Michener.
Three of the four books I’ve mentioned today were read when
I was an adult. It was as an adult that I started reading fiction. As a young
adult, I was a snob – a nonfiction snob. I thought reading fiction was a waste
of time. When I had time to read for pleasure, I wanted to read something true,
something real.
I have to laugh at my old self. I still enjoy an occasional
history or political science book, but now I prefer fiction. My sister thinks
it’s hilarious that I’m now trying to write fiction after all those years of
turning my nose up at fiction and the people who read it.
Since my last blog
post
I’m relieved that the glitch I was dealing with when I prepared yesterday’s blog post has been resolved, so I was able to include images in today’s post.
Let’s continue the
conversation
Which two books helped you fall in love with reading?
One thing all bloggers are told they must do, if they hope to attract readers, is to include images in every post. I’ve worked hard to do this for the last several years. I did it last week when I included images of the books I wrote about; however, as I put the finishing touches on this post last night, I repeatedly got messages from WordPress.com saying “Given your current role, you can only link an image, you cannot upload.” Therefore, in today’s post I’ve included links to images of the books I’m writing about. I’m unsure how this will appear until the post goes online. I have no idea why this has happened.
Since I read 6.25 books in January, I decided to split my
comments about them between my blog post on February 4, 2019 and today. I hope
you’ll find what I have to say about three of the books I read last month
worthwhile. These are discussed in no particular order.
The Banker’s Wife, by Cristina Alger
The Banker’s Wife, by Cristina Alger
The Banker’s Wife was a change of pace for me halfway through January after reading The Library Book. The Banker’s Wife, by Cristina Alger, is a financial thriller. In this novel, Ms. Alger takes us to Paris, Geneva, New York, the Dominican Republic, and the Cayman Islands. Primarily through the eyes of two strong female characters, we get a glimpse of the vicious and deadly world most of us never experience – Swiss bank accounts, the people who have them, the people who assist them, and those who are unfortunate to love someone in either of the other two categories.
If I had done more research about Cristina Alger’s books
before reading this 2018 novel, I would have known that it is a sequel to her
2012 debut novel, The Darlings. Now,
I want to read that book, although being a North Carolinian, “the Darlings”
conjures up visuals in my mind’s eye of that ne’er-do-well Darlin’ family on
The Andy Griffith Show of the 1960s. It’s difficult to associate wealth with
that name. I’m sorry, it just is. I offer my apologies to all the people with
the Darling surname.
The Banker’s Wife
is Ms. Alger’s third novel. The book captured my attention early on and the
fast-paced writing kept me turning pages to see what was going to happen next –
and to find out which characters were dead and which one’s deaths were staged
to cover up the real story.
If I Understood You, Would I Have This Look on My Face? by Alan
Alda
If I Understood You, Would I Have This Look on My Face? by Alan Alda
This book held some nice surprises for me. I’ve been an Alan
Alda fan since the days of the M*A*S*H television series. I became even more
endeared to him when in answer to my request that he donate an autographed copy
of a book he’d written for an autographed book fundraiser held a few years ago
for the Friends of the Harrisburg Library in Harrisburg, North Carolina.
Mr. Alda graciously donated an autographed copy of the
script for an episode of M*A*S*H that he wrote. It turned out to be the hit of
the fundraiser and resulted in a bidding war between two individuals.
That said, I was drawn to the book by the title and the
author’s name. I thought it might be helpful to me as a writer since the book
is about communication. It was, but not in the ways I anticipated.
Here are a few of the impressions I took from the book:
1. Improvisation not only helps actors, it can help anyone get over their fear of talking in front of a large audience.
2. No matter what you’re trying to sell – whether it be a tangible product or an idea – the key is to focus on what the customer is thinking and what he or she needs. As a writer, I need to put myself in the mind of my reader. What does my reader need? What is my reader hoping to gain by reading my words?
3. Mr. Alda has concluded that the key to the great success of M*A*S*H was the fact that instead of disappearing into their separate trailers on the studio lot, they gathered their chairs in a circle and talked and laughed together as a group between “takes.” He said the connections they made off camera carried over when they were in front of the camera. It made them all better actors and their genuine comradery came through to the audience.
4. Much of Mr. Alda’s book is about empathy and the importance of empathy in communications. The book offers several things a person can do to increase their empathy for others. Mr. Alda says that true communication cannot take place between two people unless each one makes an effort to understand the other person and why they think the way they do. I couldn’t help but think of how polarized Americans are politically today. There really is a lack of understanding – or empathy – between The Right and The Left, between Republicans and Democrats. This doesn’t bode well for the 2020 election.
5. As a writer, start with what your reader knows. Don’t insult the reader by including basic information.
Now You See Me, by Sharon J. Bolton
Now You See Me, by Sharon J. Bolton
Published in 2011, Now
You See Me was the first in Sharon J. Bolton’s Lacey Flint series. Flint is
a detective in London. The story opens with her seeing a woman dying while leaning
on Flint’s car. This thriller grabbed my attention from the beginning and kept
me turning pages well into the night. It’s rare that I read a quarter of a
novel in one sitting, but that’s what I did with Now You See Me.
Detective Flint is forced almost immediately to try to
discern who she can trust within the Metropolitan Police Department. Is she
seen as a crime scene witness, or is she viewed as a murder suspect? She’s very
convincing as a witness.
As the story unfolds, it becomes clear that the killer is
patterning his actions after Jack the Ripper. (Spoiler alert: this gets more gruesome than I’m used to
reading, but I had to know what happened next.)
What about Flint’s fellow police officer, Joesbury. There’s
definitely something weird about him. Is he the killer?
No. Someone else is caught… sort of.
I thought the book came to a good stopping point just shy of
halfway through. In fact, I thought I
might not keep reading. This seems like the end of the story. I could move on
to another book.
But I read a few more pages. Wow! What a turn of events! I’m glad I kept
reading!
Since my last blog
post
I continue to do a lot of reading about writing and about
blogging in an effort to get better at writing fiction and blogging. I made
good progress writing a short story I’m calling “From Scotland to America,
1762,” writing 1,400 words Saturday afternoon.
Until my next blog
post
I hope you have a good book to read. I’m reading Before and Again, by Barbara Delinsky; Button Man, by Andrew Gross; and A Week in Winter, by Maeve Binchy.
I rarely listen to a book because I find it irritating to listen to someone
talk on and on and on; however, since I’m having a bout with vertigo, I decided
to give the Maeve Binchy audio book a try and I’m really enjoying it. It
probably has something to do with the lovely accent of the reader, Rosalyn
Landor. It’s nice to just shut my eyes and listen.
If you’re a writer, I hope you have quality writing time and plenty of time
to read.
Thank you for reading my blog. You could have spent the last few minutes
doing something else, but you chose to read my blog. I appreciate it! I welcome
your comments.
Let’s continue the
conversation
If you’ve read any of the books I mentioned today, let me
know what you thought about them.
I thought she was launching the idea, but I found a link (https://educatednegra.blog/2018/07/19/what-is-two-for-tuesday/) to her July 17, 2018 blog post in which she talked about it. She invited other bloggers to participate, and I took the bait. She supplies the writing prompts. All I have to do is share my thoughts. How hard can that be, right?
Today is the first day of this #TwoForTuesday adventure for me. The prompt is: Two Books that Taught Me Something.” That sounded easy until I tried to narrow it down to two books.
The first 11 books that came to mind
I made a list of books that taught me something. I thought of the following 11 books right off the bat (in no particular order):
Whose Gospel? A Concise Guide to Progressive Protestantism, by James A. Forbes, Jr.
Still Alice, by
Lisa Genova
Killers of the Flower
Moon: The Osage Murders and the Birth of
the F.B.I., by David Grann
Lessons from a Sheep
Dog, by Phillip Keller
Unthinkable Choice,
by Sampson and Lee Ann Parker
Picking Cotton, by
Jennifer Thompson-Cannino and Ron Cotton
Left to Tell: Discovering God Amidst the Rwandan Holocaust,
by Immaculee Ilibagiza
The Third
Reconstruction, by The Rev. Dr. William J. Barber
The Story of the
Covenant: Fifty Years of Fighting Faith,
by T. Ratcliff Barnett
The Gift of Fear,
by Gavin de Becker
Tears We Cannot
Stop: A Sermon to White America, by
Michael Eric Dyson
Then, I narrowed it
down to two books
Both books are nonfiction. Both books taught me that, with
God’s help, people can withstand much more than seems possible and then come
out stronger than they thought they could ever be.
Unthinkable Choice, by Sampson and Lee Ann Parker
Left to Tell: Discovering God Amidst the Rwandan Holocaust, by Immaculee Ilibagiza
Unthinkable Choice, by Sampson and Lee Ann Parker
I personally know the authors of Unthinkable Choice. If you want to read a book by a couple who
overcome the impossible and the unthinkable, this is the book for you. Sampson
and Lee Ann take turns by chapter telling their story.
Sampson made an unthinkable choice and had Lee Ann’s support
throughout his battle to survive the consequences of that choice. Sampson’s
story begins with a horrendous farm accident. Lee Ann’s story begins the moment
she is notified of Sampson’s accident. After reading this book, I think you’ll
agree that Sampson has the right name.
Please read this book of true courage.
Left to Tell: Discovering God
Amidst the Rwandan Holocaust, by Immaculee Ilibagiza with Steve Erwin
I’ve seen Immaculee Ilibagiza interviewed on television.
Hers is another jaw-dropping true story of courage and beating the odds. She
survived the 1994 Rwandan Holocaust by hiding with seven others in the tiny
bathroom of a Hutu pastor’s house for an astounding 91 days. She lost most of
her relatives during the three-month slaughter of nearly 1 million Tutsis.
If you haven’t read Left
to Tell: Discovering God Amidst the
Rwandan Holocaust, I highly recommend that you do so.
Until my next blog
post
I hope you have at least one good book to read. Please
consider Unthinkable Choice and Left to Tell. They are both true stories
that will stay with you forever and, hopefully, inspire you to get through the
hardest times in your life.
If you’re new to my blog, thank you for finding it. I blog
on Mondays and, at least through the month of February, also on Tuesdays.
Thanks for stopping by for #TwoForTuesday!
My reading in January brought an
interesting mix of fiction and nonfiction. In fact, when I wrote the first draft
of this blog post about the 6.25 books I read last month, it was too long for
one post. You’re all busy people and you only have so much time to give to reading
my blog. Therefore, I’ll write about 3.25 of the 6.25 books today and the other
three books next Monday.
At Home on the Kazakh Steppe: A Peace Corps Memoir, by Janet Givens
At Home on the Kazakh Steppe: A Peace Corps Memoir, by Janet Givens
I thoroughly enjoyed this book from
start to finish! Janet Givens gives an informative and entertaining glimpse
into the experiences she and her husband had while serving in the Peace Corps
in Kazakhstan for two years. I learned a lot about Kazakhstan and the mores of
its citizens. Ms. Givens had to learn most of the idiosyncrasies of the Kazahk
people the hard way – by trial and error, but she took all her faux pas in
stride.
Ms. Givens approached her stint with
the Peace Corps with a sense of wonder and adventure. There were many trying
days and awkward relationships but by the end of her second year in Kazahkstan,
Ms. Givens hated to leave.
I highly recommend this memoir to
anyone curious about the work of the Peace Corps or the countries in the former
Soviet Bloc.
The Reckoning, by John Grisham
The Reckoning, by John Grisham
The Reckoning is
not your typical John Grisham legal thriller. It includes the law and a man who
choose to break it and it’s a thriller, but it is very different from Mr.
Grisham’s usual offerings. The story opens with
Pete, a World War II hero back home in Mississippi in 1946.
Pete wakes up one morning and decides that is the day. Just
that: today is the day. Mr. Grisham pulled me into Pete’s life. Fairly early in
the book, we see what Pete does that day that will change his and many other
lives forever, but we don’t know why. We have a hunch, though.
The second part of the novel goes back to when Pete met his
future life. We learn about the life they made together, but we primarily learn
what Pete endured in the Pacific Theatre during the War. It’s not pretty, but
it’s authentic. That part of the book at times reads almost like a history
book, but Mr. Grisham writes in a way that makes it personal and real.
The third and final section of the book goes back to 1946
for Pete’s college-age son and daughter to pick up the pieces of their lives
and try to make sense of what their father did. And that hunch we had in Part
One proves not to be correct when the truth comes out in Part Three!
The Reckoning is
different from Mr. Grisham’s usual legal thrillers, but I liked it.
The Boat People, by Sharon Bala
The Boat People, by Sharon Bala
Call me old-fashioned, but I’m put off by novels that don’t
use quotation marks. It’s irritating, and I shudder to think that might be the
wave of the future of publishing. Let’s save some ink and omit the quotation
marks! I’d read good things about The
Boat People, though, so I persevered.
The book held much promise in the opening chapters as we
were introduced to several of the 503 Sri Lankan asylum seekers in a boat as it
nears Canada. A father, Mr. Mahindan, and his six-year-old son are the focus of
the book. Upon landing in Canada in 2009 they are separated from each other
because all women and children are detained in a separate facility from the
men. It was immaterial that Mr. Mahindan and his little boy only had each
other.
The separation was gut-wrenching and traumatic for both of
them. It hit me right in the gut and immediately brought to mind the even more
severe and inhumane separation of women from men and children from adults on
the US-Mexico border this winter. Just as Canadians couldn’t believe what was
happening in their country in 2009, we Americans can’t believe what is
happening now along our southern border. Don’t get me started!
I usually don’t mention on my blog the books that I don’t
finish reading, but this one held such promise and I just couldn’t stay with
it. If you read it, I’d like to hear your thoughts.
I read the first one-fourth of the book (hence, the title of
today’s blog post) and just lost interest in the 2002 backstory for this 2009
event. The back-and-forth between the two years didn’t appeal to me. That,
combined with the lack of quotation marks delineating dialogue, made me close
the book and move on to ….
The Library Book, by Susan Orlean
The Library Book, by Susan Orlean
I read in advance reviews of The Library Book that the event that prompted Susan Orlean to write
the book was the April 29, 1986 fire at the Central Los Angeles Public Library
that destroyed 400,000 books. An additional 700,000 books were badly damaged. It
was (and still is) the largest library fire in the history of the United
States. I’m an avid reader and big supporter of public libraries, so I wondered
how I could have missed hearing about this tragedy at the time it happened.
It turns out that most people never heard about it because
it coincided with the nuclear accident at Chernobyl in Russia. For days and
days after the April 25-26 disaster, the nuclear scare predominated the news.
The Library Book
not only tells about the fire and the employees and volunteers cleaning up the
mess left behind; it also delves into the cause of the fire, and the history of
the Los Angeles County Public Library System. Many interesting tidbits about
libraries in general are included in the book, and one can tell by the tone of
the book and the words used that Ms. Orleans loves and reveres libraries.
The fire, the search for an arsonist, and some of the little
known facts and quotes about libraries was interesting and worth the read;
however, I got bogged down in the history of the library system in Los Angeles
County and found myself skipping paragraphs and, eventually, skipping pages.
I picked back up somewhere along the way and enjoyed the
rest of the book. The book reinforced the warm and fuzzy feelings I have about
libraries.
Since my last blog
post
I’ve done a lot of reading and worked on a short story and
my novel’s outline.
I hope you have a good book to read. I’m reading Creating Character Arc: The Masterful Author’s Guide to Uniting Story
Structure, Plot, and Character Development, by K.M Weiland; and Red Notice:
A True Story of High Finance, Murder, and One Man’s Fight for Justice,
by Bill Browder.
If you’re a writer, I hope you have productive writing time
and lots of time to read.
Thank you for reading my blog. You could have spent the last few minutes doing
something else, but you chose to read my blog. I appreciate it! I welcome your
comments.
Let’s continue the
conversation
If you’ve read any of the books I mentioned today, let me know what you thought about them. Did I “miss the boat” by not finishing The Boat People, by Sharon Bala?
See you tomorrow for a bonus #TwoForTuesday blog post!
Mliae challenged her blog readers to get rid of one item every day in January. I missed many days, but made up for it on others. It feels good to get rid of some clutter. Thank you, Mliae!
I finally got around to shredding my income tax records and bank statements from the year 1999 through 2010. That’s not a typo. 1999.
Think back to 1999, if you can. In those days, the bank sent you a statement every month along with all your cancelled checks. The bank and I have come a long way since 1999: from cancelled checks to online bill pay.
In some ways, I’m organized. I keep
each year’s income tax instructions and paperwork together with a rubber band.
In theory, this would make it easy to discard (shred) the oldest year’s
paperwork when adding the newest year’s records; however, I never put my plan
into practice.
Hence, I hadn’t gotten rid of any of
those records in 20 years even though we’re required to only keep our income
tax records for seven years. It was time to tackle that box of income tax
records! I started that project on Friday afternoon and finished it Saturday
night. I thought our poor wee paper shredder was going to blow up!
I am reminded of a line I like from At Home on the Kazakh Steppe: A Peace Corps Memoir, by Janet Givens:
“… if nothing else, a useful reminder early on that the more I can let go of the old, the more room there is for the new.”
In writing that, Ms. Givens was not referring to getting rid of physical items in order to make room for new things. She was writing about a revelation she had in the early days as a Peace Corps volunteer in Kazakhstan.
Ms. Givens realized that she needed to let go of preconceived ideas and the way she had done things back home in the United States so she could learn the culture of the Kazakh people.
The above quote from Ms. Givens’ memoir struck a chord with me. As I let go of some physical items this month, I made a conscious effort to let go of preconceived ideas.
I want to learn something each day. I want to be open to new ways and new ideas. As my 66th birthday approaches, I don’t want to be “a stick in the mud” or “stuck in a rut.”
Since my last blog post
My vertigo is improving. The things
the physical therapist has me doing are definitely making a difference.
Until my next blog post
I look forward to seeing if Mliae will issue a February challenge.
Nevertheless, I plan to continue to tackle the clutter that has accumulated.
I hope you have a good book to read. I just finished reading Now You See Me, by Sharon Bolton.
If you’re a writer, I hope writing brings you joy. I hope you have quality
writing time this week.
Thank you for reading my blog. You could have spent the last few minutes
doing something else, but you chose to read my blog. I appreciate it! I welcome
your comments.
Let’s continue the conversation.
Are you a keeper of things? I think
I got it honestly from both parents. They were in college when The Great
Depression hit in 1929. Their young adult years were lean and full of struggle.
“Waste not, want not,” must have been what they lived by. I never heard either
of them say those words, but they raised their children not to waste anything.
By my parents’ example, I learned at
an early age not to throw away anything that I could possibly need or find a
use for later. Hence, the stack of printer paper that has only been used on one
side. The other side can be used for all kinds of things – like writing the
plot outline for a novel.
Hence, the used letter envelopes on
which grocery lists can be written on the back while the inside conveniently
holds discount coupons. And those twist-ties that come on the bag in which
sliced bread is purchased? Yes, I’m guilty. There is a place set aside for them
in one of the kitchen drawers.
After much prayer, soul searching, reading some blogs and articles about writing – as well as reading many encouraging comments from my blog readers – I have decided to recommit to writing my southern historical novel.
Working title: The
Spanish Coin OR The Doubloon
The working title of my book is The Spanish Coin, which refers to a gold Spanish coin – a doubloon – that shows up in a Carolina backcountry community in the 1760s. There is a murder, after which the coin is missing. Is there anyone in the small community who is not a viable suspect?
That’s the story I’ve been working
on off and on for more than 10 years. I’m not getting any younger, so I’d
really like to finish writing it. I would also love to get it published. That’s
why I wanted to recapture my joy of writing.
Extrinsic vs. Intrinsic Rewards
Several hours after posting my blog on December 17, 2018, I read an article that was just what I needed. The link to “How to Restore Your Love of Writing” is https://writersinthestormblog.com/2018/12/how-to-restore-your-love-of-writing/. The article was written by Colleen M. Story, and it addressed much of the problem I wrote about on December 17, 2018.
In her blog post, Ms. Story explains
that there are two kind of rewards writers seek: extrinsic and intrinsic.
Extrinsic refers to the rewards the world gives us, while intrinsic refers to
the rewards we get from within ourselves.
First, I needed to discern which
type of rewards I wanted. Ms. Story offered several questions that I asked
myself. Those questions led me to conclude that money would be great, but that’s
not what is driving me. It is a sense of accomplishment that I seek.
What led me to start writing in the first place? It wasn’t money. Those who think, “I’ll be a writer and get rich” are setting themselves up for crushing disappointment. Some writers make the big bucks, but they are the exception.
What led me to start writing was an innate desire to put my thoughts on paper. I kept journals as a teenager and sporadically as an adult. I took a creative writing class in high school, but I never considered writing as a possible career.
I received a number of comments about my December 17,
2018 blog post, and I took encouragement from each one of you.
Since my
last blog post
I have started writing a short story set in colonial
America. I’d like to publish a book of short stories set in colonial America –
my favorite place and time in history.
Until
my next blog post
I’ll try to take Ray Bradbury’s
advice and get out of my own way.
I hope you have a good book to read. I’m reading If I Understood You, Would I Have This Look on My Face?My Adventures in the Art and Science of Relating and Communicating, by Alan Alda.
If I Understood You, Would I Have This Look on My Face?, by Alan Alda
If you’re a writer, I hope you know
why you’re writing. I hope writing gives you joy.
Thank
you for reading my blog. You could have spent the last few minutes doing
something else, but you chose to read my blog. I appreciate it! I welcome your
comments.
Let’s continue the conversation.
Have you ever lost the joy you once had for an artistic endeavor, a favorite hobby or pastime, or your once much-enjoyed career? How were you able to recapture that joy?
I keep a notebook in which I write down sentences I like in the books I read. There’s method to my madness. I’m trying to learn how to write good prose.
“He reached inside and caught the bat where it leaned against the doorjam. It had dents and scars from a time he beat the television to death over a fumble in a playoff game.” ~ from The Last Child, by John Hart
What a great way to say Burton “Jar”
Jarvis is crazy without saying, “Jar is crazy.”
Since my last blog post
I have worked on my novel outline and rewritten the first scene. I think I have some plot problems figured out. If you’ve read my blog recently, you know this is a breakthrough for me. For instance, in my December 17, 2018 blog post, https://janetswritingblog.com/2018/12/17/to-write-or-not-to-write/, I revealed that I was having doubts about finishing my novel. I hadn’t seriously worked on it since June.
Being the early days of a new year,
I was also inspired to weed three cookbooks out of my collection. You have no
idea how surprising and necessary this accomplishment is. It’s a start.
Determined to get back to my
genealogy hobby, I scanned more than 100 family photos into my genealogy
software program.
Until my next blog post
I hope you have a good book to read.
I’m reading In the Woods, by Tana
French.
If you’re a writer, I hope you have
productive writing time.
Thank you for reading my blog. You could have spent the last few minutes
doing something else, but you chose to read my blog. I appreciate it! I welcome
your comments.
Let’s continue the conversation.
What are your hobbies?
What are you reading?
What are you writing?
Like “Jar,” have you ever beaten a
TV to death over something that came on the screen that you didn’t like? If you
have, you probably need to be in therapy instead of reading my blog.
Correction: You probably need to be in therapy in addition to reading my blog.
Please don’t stop reading my blog!