I do write after all. I know. I’m shocked, too.
Writing rather a lot lately, as it happens. One project is hovering hopefully at 15,107 words, and another is suspiciously scratching its head at 3,822. It feels exciting to be at the beginning of so many things, knowing that I’m going to make them bigger and better and make sure their teeth are brushed and buttons sewn on properly. It just takes time. There are barely enough hours in the day as it is, and now I think I’m coming down with a cold. Let’s see how well I write with congestion and a headache. I sense a lot of fictional chicken soup in my future.
Neil Gaiman and Paul Levitz were having a “conversation” at Symphony Space last night, and I went. It was an impulse, mostly. I should pay attention to those more often. They take me good places. I think I was the person in the audience who’d read the least amount of his work. (Besides the woman sitting next to me, who’s only read a picture book of his. Note: the woman next to me was my mother.) Even so, he’s just marvelous to listen to. So thoughtful. He really paid attention to the questions he was being asked, and actually paused before he spoke each time. I appreciate that from people.
My reading has taken a turn for the fantastic. I finished the first three Legend of Eli Monpress books, by Rachel Aaron. (The Spirit Thief, The Spirit Rebellion, and The Spirit Eater, for the sake of specificity.) I enjoyed them! Other recent reads include:
Mystic River, by Dennis Lehane. It was chilling and sad and wonderful.
The Sherlockian, by Graham Moore. Fun romp. Philosophical about mysteries and Holmes in all the right places.
Gaudy Night, by Dorothy Sayers. A reread. One of my favorite books. Great with language, and again, thoughtful.
Thoughtfulness seems to be a theme with me recently. Thoughtfulness is different from mindfulness. Mindfulness is more about paying attention in general, whereas thoughtfulness suggests a specific kind of attention. Attention to the topic, to the other person, to the situation. Sometimes I sense a lack of that in conversations. We’re all so focused on being heard that we don’t think enough about what we’re saying.