In 2010, Oklahoma said fuck the double digits I’m camping out in the 100s and you can see ninety overnight and like it. Through all the days and weeks and months you’d call Summer summer the tempuratures were hot. People hid indoors clinging to fans, unbuttoned shirts, and the AC. Today the fish we went hunting clung to the dark deep water.
The only one of us to find joy at the end of our line was my youngest. Each time she reeled in her line she exclaimed, “I caught one!”
“Yes, Sweetie, you caught another lure. Good for you!”
105 words on day 502
I attribute my renewed enthusiasm for writing with my recent regular reading. This reading kicked off two and half months back with me purposefully buying the complete collection of Hemingway’s short stories. Three or four in I switched to Harry Potter. With kids and a job and competition with TV I’m looking for distraction and entertainment—bread and circuses—not thought provoking literary heft. I hold out that I could handle TPLH and might one day soon. For now though I’m content with a little brain drool.
One through five were rereads. I reread books because I have a poor memory for the details but a great one for the experience. When I reread I’m never surprised or left wondering, but I am returned to the emotional territory of surprise and wonder.
Book six of the seven sits with the Braum’s receipt bookmark well past the halfway point on my side table. With this sixth book—which I was convinced I’d never read—I’m finding unexpected familiarity about every third chapter. I’d thought this might be due to me having seen the movie adaptation and not recalling I’d done that, but yesterday at the theatre I saw the preview for the unreleased sixth movies so its not that. I don’t think it’s magic or clairvoyance or whatever they call it when you mix déjà vu with book reading, but it is uncanny. Since I have no idea where I’m going with this I’ll just drop it.
I would like to get back to the preview for the movie. Except for a single portion of the trailer I haven’t read anything int he book like what I saw on screen. I guess the later half of the book will suddenly turn into a Michael Bay flick. I can’t wait. Does anyone know if the Hemingway shorts use the guns more and the brains less after the first four?
That’s right. I write on weekends too. How the hell else am I going to get caught up?
I rocked that camera I talked about earlier this week. Meaning, I pushed the button on it for a couple hours while leaving the dial locked on Big Green Square. If you take 150 pictures some will turn out. Some did. But I’ve got to stop relying on that setting.
Hosted a birthday party today. I’ve been skeptical all month about the content of this thing. I’ve been dubiously supportive of it in the last week. Last night I got around to cutting out the swords while my wife pieced together an astounding castle cake. This monstrous pastry sported four ice-cream cone towers, iced rosebuds on delicate vines, chocolate candy rocks, and home-made frosting. And the idiots bragged on how nice my foam core cut-out swords looked.
I plan to use the weekends for editing. I’ll find something I wrote a ways back. Review it. Then re-write it. Or substantially clean it up. I think editing is a skill I need to work on.