I thought that I might not have the time or internet connection to blog during vacation, but here I am with both of those. What I lack is anything to blog in regard to. It is funny to get through a day without writing or editing or talking to people about writing, or even eavesdropping on people on the bus (somehow, I consider that part of my work). As it turns out, this vacation thing is very pleasant. There is currently a blizzard going on where I am (Charlottetown, if you are curious), which limits activities to reading, eating, talking, and playing cards. Also, napping, which is not really an activity but does fill gaps in the day quite nicely.
Lulled on sleep and sugar, I am unable to come up with much that's interesting to say. I have learned that PEIslanders are very friendly and call Gin Rummy "Queens" but it's still fun, that I probably have some kind of chronic sinus issue that I need a professional to look into and if possible destroy, that I like lobster as much as I suspected I would, and that the innovators issue of the New Yorker is pretty good but they still shouldn't have done away with the winter fiction issue.
I swear to you, that's all I've got. I...uh...I'm gonna go work on a story now. And then maybe commute to nowhere, just feel a bit more like myself. Either that or take a nice midmorning nap.
RR
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Hi. This is more a fan mail than a comment on your post. I couldn't find an email address for you, so am settling for this.
I read Once over the holiday. I read it because the library catalogue says you're born in 1978, and what right does a person born in 1978 have to be publishing books? Really.
It was very good. I cringed when the overeducated tax man drops off the waitress at her apartment and hesitates, hesitates, hesitates. I love that the girl at the fruit warehouse just keeps dragging herself out of bed in the mornings, who knows why, and shows up to get yelled at and to get hit on, not because she's pretty but because she's the only girl there. Exactly. Almost all the stories have that edge of futility. I had a sad, withdrawn sort of holiday, and those stories were what I needed. Thanks.
(My mother just interrupted me to explain the difference between sham pillow covers and regular pillow cases. I'm to realize that the ones in the package with the duvet cover she gave me are sham ones, more decorative than functional... *scream*)
Hi Stevemur,
Thanks for reading, and thanks for taking the time to write to me. I am so glad the stories in *Once* struck a cord with you.
I suppose, if I try to think of what the "function" of pillow cases is, it would be to keep night-drool from penetrating the pillow itself. But really, any sort of fabric covering could do that, right?
RR
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