I don't have a cluttered desk at Cowork, because I have to clear it off every evening when I leave--nothing on the desk, nothing on the shelf above the desk (except for the official notice that it is reserved for me on Mondays and Fridays), and nothing in the three drawers that I used to have full to over-flowing when I rented this desk "permanently." I have a small suitcase that I use to bring to Cowork anything that I need to use at the hot desk.
At home I have a small desk in my bedroom. It's handy for me to use when I make a phone call or need to make a quick note to myself. Too small to allow it to get cluttered. It's a roll-top desk, borrowed from my son Steve, and it has a shelf-like top above the roller. I have pictures made by my son Ken, and a box of his with his brother's pumice stone inside. I keep the pumice stone because there's some dried blood on it, from Frank's forehead when he rubbed a wart he should have left alone. I also have some pictures of St. Francis of Assisi, a couple of crosses, a small statue of the Blessed Virgin Mary, and some printed out prayers. I guess it's a shrine of sorts, devoted to the memory of my eldest son Frank (1957-2005) and my second son Ken (1959-2012), both victims of the demon Cancer. I don't consider this shelf to be cluttered.
My bedroom itself is cluttered with boxes and bags of things that have yet to be sorted since we moved to Penticton in April 2016. I'm working on it. I've made more progress than you might imagine, given that I still haven't finished in three years. Everything that didn't have an obvious place to reside, got put in my bedroom. Now, most of it is getting tossed in the garbage anyway. I just have to look at it first, and decide.
It's my head that's cluttered. I come to Cowork to write. Sometimes, I print out documents sent to me by the church where I serve on the Church Council, or documents from various doctors that I have to read to my husband and are illegible on my little iPhone. But mostly, I want to write here. I've been working very hard on my autobiography, If Anyone Should Ask, now on Decade 7 of my life. Finish this decade and Decade 8 and I'm done. It's rough. Not much editing. But it's not for publication. If you aren't a member of my family, there's no chance you'll get to see it. I mentioned it at the writing critique group I belong to, and the "leader" said she "had concerns about it." No she doesn't. It's absolutely none of her "concern" at all. She was "concerned" about my using anecdotes. She writes non-fiction books about submarines, so I guess she doesn't have any anecdotes. It was her husband's profession, and her knowledge is second-hand at best. So, autobiography aside, what else do I write here?
Today, I've taken refuge in this blog. I'm writing about writing, or not writing. Being at this desk only twice a week, I feel a bit nervous when I'm not making good use of the time. Blogging is good, but creative writing is better. At home, I've been reading about short stories, and reading short stories from all different sources--classics like Guy de Maupassant and Hemingway, for example, and contest winners from 2019 Short Story Contest at the CBC. I think I could write short stories long-hand in notebooks at home, between Cowork session. Maybe submit something for the 2020 contest. Sounds like a good plan. So far, no progress.
So what should I be doing at my hot desk at Cowork? Besides my autobiography and blog? It's the novels that are cluttering my mind: First there's the trilogy that was sabotaged when my thumb-drive went crazy and turned the whole thing into a mess of upside-down question marks, and I lost my first book, House of Secrets. And about half of the second book, Baby's Breath. And notes for the third book of the trilogy, Flowers and Flames. I'm sure I have most of the above printed out, but I haven't the courage to look.
Then there's the book I started when I was taking Creative Writing courses at UBC. I guess I started it long before that, but it was in one of these courses that I got pushed to go outside of my comfort zone--try a fantasy. Really? I always say I don't like fantasy, but that's not true. I loved Lord of the Rings, The Narnia Chronicles and Harry Potter. Fantasies, all of them. So, I drew a deep breath and re-started my story which doesn't have a title yet. It's a historical ghost story. Historical because the main part of the story is circa 1950, in London, England. Then the protagonists (two girls) meet a couple of ghosts and, in the Bloody Tower of the Tower of London, they meet the ghosts of the two princes allegedly murdered by their favourite uncle. But the boys don't believe it was their uncle, and command the girls to travel back in time to their murder and find out whodunit. (They were smothered in their sleep, so they didn't see it coming.) I'm having a ball researching and scribbling. I can't find the scenes I've actually written, but that book might get done before the trilogy! Maybe!
Monday, September 9, 2019
Friday, September 6, 2019
Reading 1
The drafts of the two attempts to write this post somehow turned up on my list. They weren't there last time I looked, but I've now posted one of them--my second attempt. That's why this one is titled "Reading 1."
I'm sure I didn't leave any labels on the one I published. I was just in a hurry to get it up before it vanished again. Did I call it "Reading 2"? I intended to.
I'm sure I didn't leave any labels on the one I published. I was just in a hurry to get it up before it vanished again. Did I call it "Reading 2"? I intended to.
Reading
Over the past three years, 2016-2019, the length of time Frank and I have been living in Penticton, we've read about twenty or thirty books. I say "we" because I've been reading to him almost every evening since he lost his sight on November 25, 2014 (Giant Cell Arteritis).
Unfortunately, I haven't kept track of which books we've read or when we actually read them. Most of them I've given away, but one or two are harder to part with. I did mention in an earlier blog about a book I actually tossed in the garbage. I expected to enjoy it because it was a murder mystery, and my favourite books usually kill someone off early on and spend the rest of the chapters helping me work out the puzzle. The one I tossed out might have done that, but I couldn't stand reading aloud the terrible "Appalachian" dialect. Otherwise known as just plain ignorance, in my not so humble opinion.
Right now, we're reading The Da Vinci Code, by Dan Brown. Before that, we read two books by Captain Marryat, The Children of the New Forest and The Settlers in Canada. Earlier this summer, we read Michelle Obama's Becoming, and thoroughly enjoyed that. When we first came to Penticton, the reading plan was to read everything Sue Grafton ever wrote. We did that, and then we both wept when her daughter announced that "the alphabet ends with Y." Sue Grafton died before she could write "Z" to her alphabet mystery series. Other books we've read since coming to the Okanagan Valley, include some kids' books about World War I, all of Stuart MacLean's books, Swiss Family Robinson (which Captain Marryat didn't like because the author, Johann David Wyss, romanticized the ship wreck and had animals that wouldn't have been found at the location where the family was supposed to be. Marryat wrote his own version, and maybe one day we'll read that one). We've also read a book on opera librettos, I don't remember who wrote that. One of the books I enjoyed most was A Short History of Nearly Everything by Bill Bryson, one of my favourite authors.
In this list of favourite books I'm not including The Holy Bible. We've been reading that together since long before Frank lost his sight. We used to take turns reading it--he'd read a chapter from one version, maybe The New Revised Standard, for example. And the next night, I'd read a chapter from a different version, probably The Catholic Study Bible. I liked to use that one because we could remember when to go to the Apocrypha for the books that are left out of the Protestant canon. We started this tradition somewhere around 1998, if not earlier, and have continued to this day. We usually read one chapter a night, so the Protestant Bible takes three years. (Read 3 chapters a night to complete the whole Bible in one year.) Once during this time, we took some months out to read the Koran aloud to each other, using two different translations. I recommend it, no matter what your views are on Islam. It's only fair to know what you're talking about. So, I think that we've read the Bible from cover to cover six times. The odd thing is that we often find that we could swear we'd never heard some of it before when we know for a fact we've read it repeatedly.
I'm going to stop here, before this post goes missing for the second time. I'd like to give links for the versions on the Bible that I've listed, but I'll leave that for you to Google. This site is too unreliable.
Unfortunately, I haven't kept track of which books we've read or when we actually read them. Most of them I've given away, but one or two are harder to part with. I did mention in an earlier blog about a book I actually tossed in the garbage. I expected to enjoy it because it was a murder mystery, and my favourite books usually kill someone off early on and spend the rest of the chapters helping me work out the puzzle. The one I tossed out might have done that, but I couldn't stand reading aloud the terrible "Appalachian" dialect. Otherwise known as just plain ignorance, in my not so humble opinion.
Right now, we're reading The Da Vinci Code, by Dan Brown. Before that, we read two books by Captain Marryat, The Children of the New Forest and The Settlers in Canada. Earlier this summer, we read Michelle Obama's Becoming, and thoroughly enjoyed that. When we first came to Penticton, the reading plan was to read everything Sue Grafton ever wrote. We did that, and then we both wept when her daughter announced that "the alphabet ends with Y." Sue Grafton died before she could write "Z" to her alphabet mystery series. Other books we've read since coming to the Okanagan Valley, include some kids' books about World War I, all of Stuart MacLean's books, Swiss Family Robinson (which Captain Marryat didn't like because the author, Johann David Wyss, romanticized the ship wreck and had animals that wouldn't have been found at the location where the family was supposed to be. Marryat wrote his own version, and maybe one day we'll read that one). We've also read a book on opera librettos, I don't remember who wrote that. One of the books I enjoyed most was A Short History of Nearly Everything by Bill Bryson, one of my favourite authors.
In this list of favourite books I'm not including The Holy Bible. We've been reading that together since long before Frank lost his sight. We used to take turns reading it--he'd read a chapter from one version, maybe The New Revised Standard, for example. And the next night, I'd read a chapter from a different version, probably The Catholic Study Bible. I liked to use that one because we could remember when to go to the Apocrypha for the books that are left out of the Protestant canon. We started this tradition somewhere around 1998, if not earlier, and have continued to this day. We usually read one chapter a night, so the Protestant Bible takes three years. (Read 3 chapters a night to complete the whole Bible in one year.) Once during this time, we took some months out to read the Koran aloud to each other, using two different translations. I recommend it, no matter what your views are on Islam. It's only fair to know what you're talking about. So, I think that we've read the Bible from cover to cover six times. The odd thing is that we often find that we could swear we'd never heard some of it before when we know for a fact we've read it repeatedly.
I'm going to stop here, before this post goes missing for the second time. I'd like to give links for the versions on the Bible that I've listed, but I'll leave that for you to Google. This site is too unreliable.
Lost posts: Reading????
This is very discouraging! I've been trying to list books that I've read over the past few years, and twice now the post has vanished before I was able to finish. To make matters worse, each time I've been careful about how to go about inserting links. At least half a dozen links. Obviously, my posts are too long. Grrrrr! Well, not this one!
first week of September
This time of year I get very nostalgic. I loved the first few weeks of school--new books, new notebooks, new friends. And from there on, it usually just got better. Oh yes, I had my share of grumpy teachers and mean classmates, but they were in the minority. Some courses I really disliked (math and science, usually) and some I enjoyed even if I didn't excel (history and geography). I generally did well in English, but that's to be expected of someone who is (or wants to be) a writer. And languages! I love languages. All languages. One of my favourite anecdotes I like to tell people--sometimes repeating it to the same people--so I apologize if you've heard it before, is about when I took German in high school.
It was right after the Christmas holidays, and my German teacher, Herr von Wittgenstein, met me in the hall.
"Diane!" he called out. "I would like to shake your hand." I stopped and stared. He was speaking to me?
"Yes?" I said. We shook hands.
He continued, "I have been teaching German in this school for twenty years. You are the first student to take my course, write my exam, and get 100% wrong."
I quit German that day, and switched to Latin. Much easier!
School days! How I miss them!
It was right after the Christmas holidays, and my German teacher, Herr von Wittgenstein, met me in the hall.
"Diane!" he called out. "I would like to shake your hand." I stopped and stared. He was speaking to me?
"Yes?" I said. We shook hands.
He continued, "I have been teaching German in this school for twenty years. You are the first student to take my course, write my exam, and get 100% wrong."
I quit German that day, and switched to Latin. Much easier!
School days! How I miss them!
Monday, August 19, 2019
writing and hot-desking
Writing. What's that? I mean the writing of novels and things. I'd be delighted to come up with a short story, or even an article. A poem? Well, I have been working on that autobiography, If Anyone Should Ask. In fact, I'm into Decade 6. I still can't face that novel that got fried in its thumb drive. Haven't looked at it in months. That really hurt! However, maybe I can get the autobiography finished and edited and printed and distributed--hopefully by the end of the year. Hope!
Hot desking works well for me. I have a routine now, sort of. I've reserved the desk I used to have for Mondays and Fridays. I still don't come in early enough. But I do what I can while I'm here, and that's a lot more than I'd get done if I stayed home or tried the library/coffee shop routine some writers do. That would never work for me. I have to have a place I'm paying for and that I can use for the purpose of writing alone. If I want to go to Blenz for a coffee, or to Tugs for lunch, I can leave my work on the desk and go out for an hour. Or I can bring something to eat at my desk. No one bothers me. But there are people here if I feel the need for company--that rarely happens.
Hot desking works well for me. I have a routine now, sort of. I've reserved the desk I used to have for Mondays and Fridays. I still don't come in early enough. But I do what I can while I'm here, and that's a lot more than I'd get done if I stayed home or tried the library/coffee shop routine some writers do. That would never work for me. I have to have a place I'm paying for and that I can use for the purpose of writing alone. If I want to go to Blenz for a coffee, or to Tugs for lunch, I can leave my work on the desk and go out for an hour. Or I can bring something to eat at my desk. No one bothers me. But there are people here if I feel the need for company--that rarely happens.
what happened to July and August?
Seriously! Is it true that I haven't posted anything since June 2019? I can't believe it! But I guess computers don't lie. Much.
So here we are at August 19, 2019. This month has been very busy. Two of the most auspicious days are now behind us now. Saturday was the wedding day for my grandson Dustin and his beautiful bride, Nicole. I was delighted to count no fewer than 17 people there who are blood relatives of mine! My three surviving children, Dave and Catherine and Steve. Grandchildren and great-grandchildren made up the rest of the fourteen remaining blood relatives. There are also, spouses and "step" grandchildren and great-grandchildren whom I hold very dear. The families gathered to witness and celebrate the occasion at the home of my youngest son, Steve and his wife Monika. They have such a beautiful location, right on the shore of Vaseux Lake.
It has been a favourite site for family picnics for decades, but recently Steve and Mo have been renting out the lower suite and the beach as summer vacation rentals. Good for them, but we do miss our picnics there. Last year the family picnic was at a public park across from Okanagan Lake, and served almost as well.
The previous Sunday, August 11th, was St. Clare's Day. My husband and I celebrated our tenth anniversaries as professed Franciscans (TSSF.org.) and hosted a lunch for the congregation after the church service. Steve and Monika and Catherine came to help us celebrate.
So here we are at August 19, 2019. This month has been very busy. Two of the most auspicious days are now behind us now. Saturday was the wedding day for my grandson Dustin and his beautiful bride, Nicole. I was delighted to count no fewer than 17 people there who are blood relatives of mine! My three surviving children, Dave and Catherine and Steve. Grandchildren and great-grandchildren made up the rest of the fourteen remaining blood relatives. There are also, spouses and "step" grandchildren and great-grandchildren whom I hold very dear. The families gathered to witness and celebrate the occasion at the home of my youngest son, Steve and his wife Monika. They have such a beautiful location, right on the shore of Vaseux Lake.
It has been a favourite site for family picnics for decades, but recently Steve and Mo have been renting out the lower suite and the beach as summer vacation rentals. Good for them, but we do miss our picnics there. Last year the family picnic was at a public park across from Okanagan Lake, and served almost as well.
The previous Sunday, August 11th, was St. Clare's Day. My husband and I celebrated our tenth anniversaries as professed Franciscans (TSSF.org.) and hosted a lunch for the congregation after the church service. Steve and Monika and Catherine came to help us celebrate.
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