Sending best wishes for a delightful and successful book tour. I wish I were going to be home when you’re in Boston, but I’ll be with a group of writers and Connie May Fowler at her conference in Mt. Dora Florida. I am sure Boston will be good to you. Cheers!
I grabbed onto your insight of what we might look like in our neighborhood too. How we identify people we live with to put them into known categories perhaps. When one neighbor ran fireworks one night for his at-home wedding party, I thought of the guy a few houses down who is a combat vet (Iraq) and what that might mean. I think of another neighbor as the one with the weekend power machines. He uses them all, I think. The family whose mom got tired and left her five kids. Certainly a story there—I think of Michael Cunningham’s The Hours. When someone can’t take it anymore and leaves to preserve life. We’re a great novel here. So many stories in such a tiny rural mountain community.
So satisfying to see a problem and fix it, with the help of professional people. And I love supporting people who have worked hard at their skills in order to become the go-to problem solver in the neighborhood. They deserve it.
i love this post. so relevant rn to be reminded @ prioritizing writing for the act itself. but oh christ, as i sit here w/o power, generator blowing loudly, i’m only now learning about the threat of cat’s claw?!
My wife and I were walking our little dog last week up our street. And we were talking about houses in the neighborhood. And we were referring to the nicknames we have. And I said "When other people do this, it's probably 'the lesbians and then the the old lady (she's 93) and then the field". But maybe we're the house with all the flowers? Or the lesbians with all the flowers?
Other names of our neighbors and their houses. The twins (the babies that live there, who cares about the parents), napping man, Ukraine flag, middle-of-the-street walker, the Golden, the state trooper, the mean house, the young family, and the Perry the Platypus house.
Sending best wishes for a delightful and successful book tour. I wish I were going to be home when you’re in Boston, but I’ll be with a group of writers and Connie May Fowler at her conference in Mt. Dora Florida. I am sure Boston will be good to you. Cheers!
It’s all temporary. Thanks for this reminder! And all good wishes for the book tour—can’t wait till my copy arrives!
I grabbed onto your insight of what we might look like in our neighborhood too. How we identify people we live with to put them into known categories perhaps. When one neighbor ran fireworks one night for his at-home wedding party, I thought of the guy a few houses down who is a combat vet (Iraq) and what that might mean. I think of another neighbor as the one with the weekend power machines. He uses them all, I think. The family whose mom got tired and left her five kids. Certainly a story there—I think of Michael Cunningham’s The Hours. When someone can’t take it anymore and leaves to preserve life. We’re a great novel here. So many stories in such a tiny rural mountain community.
I find this story so inspiring. Thank you for sharing it (and for continually inspiring.)
Safe travels! Looking forward to your book.
So satisfying to see a problem and fix it, with the help of professional people. And I love supporting people who have worked hard at their skills in order to become the go-to problem solver in the neighborhood. They deserve it.
i love this post. so relevant rn to be reminded @ prioritizing writing for the act itself. but oh christ, as i sit here w/o power, generator blowing loudly, i’m only now learning about the threat of cat’s claw?!
Cat's claw is THE DEVIL.
My wife and I were walking our little dog last week up our street. And we were talking about houses in the neighborhood. And we were referring to the nicknames we have. And I said "When other people do this, it's probably 'the lesbians and then the the old lady (she's 93) and then the field". But maybe we're the house with all the flowers? Or the lesbians with all the flowers?
Other names of our neighbors and their houses. The twins (the babies that live there, who cares about the parents), napping man, Ukraine flag, middle-of-the-street walker, the Golden, the state trooper, the mean house, the young family, and the Perry the Platypus house.
Love this