• Writers argue, always, about careful crafting on the front end of a project vs. headlong writing to get the story in place before fine tuning sentences and paragraphs.

    Here’s what Annie Dillard said about that:

    “The reason to perfect a piece of prose as it progresses — to secure each sentence before building on it — is that original writing fashions a form. It unrolls out into nothingness. It grows cell to cell, bole to bough to twig to leaf; any careful word may suggest a route, may begin a strand of metaphor or event out of which much, or all, will develop. … A pile of decent work behind him, no matter how small, fuels the writer’s hope, too.”

    from “The Writing Life,” 1989 hardback edition, page 15

    Of course, she says the opposite one page later, that a writer’s early strokes are useless until the whole arc of the story becomes clear.

    For myself I need the hope that a well-crafted paragraph provides, even if it will be discarded once more is revealed.

  • Who is it, really? I like to think it’s the most reasonable, experienced, thoughtful persona in my collection of selves. But if that were true, why did I eat the ice cream, and the chips, and drink the two glasses of wine when I weigh 160 pounds and stand 5’2″ and know that I need to shed 25 pounds in order to be healthy?

    The five-year-old, the all-mouth, demanding instant gratification is quite frequently the boss of me.

    This year, I’m thinking, I’ll work on that. Find a way to dial in the self who’s got the bigger picture in mind.

  • The clown loaches in the 6-gallon tank in my kitchen have no idea what’s coming. When I got them more than a year ago for my then-new Fluval Edge fish tank I did not know several things. I did not know that I would hate the fish tank for its ridiculous design. And I did not know that clown loaches live decades and grow to be as much as 11 inches long, which is actually longer than the tank’s short side.  New digs are in the works.

    Fluval Edge, in a few short weeks, you will no longer torment me with your impossible to clean idiosyncracies.

    Hang in there Spot and Thug. There will soon be much more space for you to torment each other. And if, in fact, you do grow to 11 inches, no problem.