Thursday, November 29, 2012

I am not quite sure how to begin.  A draft is finished.  It's already being revised.  I love it and I hate it.  I think it might a tragic waste of time and also a kick-ass book.  I stand in the shower and try to think about what different people would have to say about it.  I imagine the coolest guy from high school, the doctor who is planning two son's weddings, my father, my mother, the exterminator.  None of these images reassures me.  Will anyone like it?

A word on perspective...

I was having a culinary day, roasting a chicken in the dutch oven.  Often enough when I do this, I make stock.  The jars occupy the freezer until needed.  This act feels so utilitarian, so resourceful.  I am wasting nothing!  But last night, long after dinner while the stock is still simmering, E--still in the throes of homework--says, as only a thirteen year old girl can, "Ew.  What is that?  Are you making dead chicken juice?"

Voila.  To some, an artful, resourceful use of a roasted chicken.  To some, dead chicken juice.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

it's election day.  which means i will try my hardest not to listen to the endless programming created as a grand finale to this gigantic billion-dollar industry.  i only want to hear good news.  i only want to hear that everyone has come their senses:  they can tell a huckster when they see one, regardless of his hair gel, his religion, his portfolio.  he is still just saying whatever he needs to say to move his product.  so i want to turn on the tv tonight and see that barack obama has been reelected by an overwhelming majority.  not just because he's smart and serious.  but because he speaks the values this country is supposed to speak:  equality for all people.  opportunity for all people.  the belief that we are only as strong as our weakest link.

until then, i will reach for my own finish line.  a draft before november 16.  it is close, so close.