Random musings on a writer's life & times, with occasional input from acquaintances
Sunday, April 17, 2005
The Sunday 7. Again. Can you believe it?
1) What are you wearing?
Flip-flop house shoes, white Nike sox, green silk pajama pants, brown faux retro baseball tee shirt from Old Coast Guard, black sweatshirt (to match my mood).
2) What are you reading?
I’m stuck again in one of those multiple-book loops. I’m still plugging along on “Book Doctor,” a novel by Esther Cohen about a woman who “helps” other people write books. I’m also halfway through “The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants,” a big-selling YA novel by Ann Brashares that must speak to teenybopper girls much more clearly than it doe to me. And I’m skipping around in “Mystery and Manners,” a book of essays by famed fictionist Flannery O’Connor. This means, of course, odds are against my finishing any of them.
3) What’s for dinner?
More birthday cake? Son Mickey’s birthday is Monday, but rumor has it the celebration will commence tonight.
4) What’s the best thing that happened this week?
The Los Angeles Dodgers have the best record in baseball after ten games, with only 154 to go in the 2005 season. That’s about it. Everything else has been crap city.
5) What’s bugging you?
After months of procrastination, I am about to try to install a new operating system, Mac OS 10.3, on my computer because it has grown sl-o-o-o-w-w and erratic (which is different from erotic). I have no understanding whatsoever of how to do this, so if Writeright disappears forever, you will know what happened -- I accidentally blew up the computer and set fire to the internet.
6) Where in the world is Carmen San Diego?
Sandwich, Illinois. She's eating lunch there.
7) What’s it all about, Dave?
Paul Theroux, American author of many novels and well-known travel books, hit it on the head (or the shoulder; or maybe the back of the neck):
"A person becomes a writer because they're deficient. They have problems. They're crazy. They have unhappy families. They're eccentric. And not because they've read a lot of books necessarily, but on the contrary - maybe they haven't read enough books. There's a strong irrationality about the writing life. Often a writer writes just to maintain their sanity."