Bonfire Night, Saint Catherine & Kerouac
WHAT I'M READING
True to my promise, I read nothing but lightweight books this week. I read ANGELFALL, in an afternoon in the hammock. Then followed it up with THRONE OF GLASS. Both were lightweight and fairly predictable, but it was just the ticket to get my brain on a new page. I really want to read TELL THE WOLVES I'M HOME, but I think I might save any books dealing with death for Lat-er.
WHAT I'M WRITING
I've been making a little progress on LOVE AND OTHER CURIOSITIES. I've gotten as far as my outline goes, now I need to get all those other jumbled up ideas into some semblance of order and crystallized in ink. It would truly help if I ever wrote things in order. Sadly, Beginning, Middle, End doesn't work for my brain. *sigh*
WHAT ELSE I'VE BEEN UP TO
- Playing music around the bonfire in the back yard. I love it that people just show up at my house with instruments and ask when the fire is. And not necessarily people I know.
- Too many Holiday parties. Wow. It is possible to have a Pie Hangover. (Now you know.)
- Kayaking. (Big surprise, I know.)
- Making things (Snow Queen Headdress (it's not for me), Victorian Era Gadgets (which requires being able to spell Zoopraxiscope) and one of my recent favorites...Sun Catchers of my own devising that use convex lenses, mirrors and colored glass to throw patterns around the room when exposed to sunshine. These have been very fun to make. And Tolerant Boy is being tolerant while I smash up colored glass with a mallet. He just handed me safety glasses without saying a Word.
WHAT INSPIRES ME RIGHT NOW
I came across this quote in my online travels. This strikes me as a rather revolutionary thing for a saint to say, and I'm not really one for quoting saints, but it stuck with me nonetheless. It's funny that a young girl in the 14th Century, who was disappointed that she wasn't martyred, would share a sentiment with a 20th Century author and wanderer, Kerouac,
“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time...that burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”