who think they're not good enough, or think they ought to be prettier or more compassionate or at least thinner. To those who feel they don't feel enough for their families, especially their mothers. In fact, to all daughters who have troubled, complex, maybe even unfriendly relationships with their mothers, near or distant, and because … Continue reading To All Daughters
Author: christy
Book Air
There are days that are dominated by memory. Some specific, some sporadic, a smell maybe, a song, an old picture and wham, you're not just remembering, you are there again. I mean, a secret door has opened and there you stand at fourteen. Time splits. You're the you you are now, stunned that you are … Continue reading Book Air
The writer on hold…
There is a curious HOLD pattern to the writing life while one's novel is being, uh, considered by strangers. It's accompanied by a mute marvel: did I really do it? Did I actually complete an entire book? And someone is really concentrating on it enough--I really got this far with the whole thing? This is … Continue reading The writer on hold…
Music Through the Ages
I just walked out of a forty minute long seventh grade orchestra class. A first. I’m doing research, another first. It’s a nascent idea, having something to do with a musician, a shadow of a character who has put music at the center of her life. My ideas start with questions, and this one is … Continue reading Music Through the Ages
The Myth of Home Improvement
A decade ago it was fun to decide to redo the floors of our newly purchased, old house. A week later, knee deep in crow bars, piss-stained carpet, damp foam padding, and nasty linoleum, I changed my mind. Forever. This is one of those things, like writing a book, that in fantasy seems like it’s … Continue reading The Myth of Home Improvement
Preschool
Tonight I read you No Roses for Harry and you had forgotten the bird in the picture, a speck in the sky carrying Harry’s unraveled sweater. You’ve forgotten, too, how you first read Big Red Barn, supplying sounds for words you did not know, and following the mouse in Goodnight Moon or that well-timed gasp … Continue reading Preschool
Writing is like Not smoking
Nobody cares if you do it or not. Deciding not to smoke might save your life, even if it drives you crazy. People, a few, might care that you save your own life. But in the larger scheme of things, one life is, well, up to you. Same goes for writing. Deciding to write will … Continue reading Writing is like Not smoking
The Mentalist finale
Okay, weird first post? Are there any that aren't? We got to meet Red John. Jane did what he said he was going to do; a TV show followed through. It was so satisfying, in all the ways LOST wasn't. And then you're left with that tingling awful feeling of being really happy that somebody … Continue reading The Mentalist finale