Here You Go

I came back into my room this evening and was lucky enough to catch the sunset.  I am so glad that I'm on the 9th floor and at the end of the hall otherwise I'd never have seen this beautiful sight.


The session about writing across racial lines this morning was great.  The two presenters weren't expecting the flood of people that attended but a lot of good info was shared, questions were asked and answered.  To be honest, I'd have liked to stay in there talking and listening all day.

 

Lunch today was a ticket meal (tacos) and they announced the winners of the Page or Poem Contest.  I'd entered three pages; I didn't win.  Oh well.  And they didn't draw my name for the LiveLit event tomorrow night either.  I was going to read "Cheese in Coolers."  Their loss.


 


In the afternoon I attended a session about making writing fun again, basically how to lift yourself and your writing out of a slump.  The presenter had a lot of energy and really connected with her audience.  I see she's got another session on a different subject tomorrow.  I'll be there.


5 April--Tropical Obsession.

On the surface it’s a perfect relationship, settled and friendly, equal.  That’s the public side of it.  Smiling faces and soft looks.  Contemporaries are envious of them.  Women chastise their escorts on the way home after an evening spent with them.  Wives sigh at their romantic imaginings, husbands feel a sort of grainy friction in their middle, too out of touch with their feelings to recognize it as regret.  But for Nola and Jack things are far from perfect or even bearable anymore.  The warmth, the respect, the love they once felt, or imagined they felt, had withered long ago into a strident habit of mutual distaste.  Long nights spent entangled, sharing their days and dreams, withered into a sort of forced march of togetherness, the Bataan Death March of a relationship that no amount of expensive liquor or gymnastic sex could revive.

I didn't go down to the fitness center to walk on the treadmill today.  Instead I sat here and wrote a couple knitting guild blog posts and thought about how to get The Seaview done and ready to be tidied up so I can pitch it next year.  There's a lot of writing energy at this thing.  It's kind of tiring.  I think I'll knit.
--Barbara