Writing & Stuff During All This
Bookish & Particular Issue #3
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Hello. How are you? Just checking. :-)
I’ve started and stopped this issue many times these past weeks. But here we are, and I’m glad you’re here. For those who missed my Bookish & Particular supplement, Read: How to Be, you can catch up HERE.
We’re two months into All This, and my time, much like yours I’m sure, has been parts despair, distraction, and forging ahead in various ratios depending on the day, week, or second.
March 15 was my last real shift at my restaurant job, but I’ve since picked up some part-time hours helping with carry-out business, so that breaks up the time some. I’ve taken many, many walks in and around my neighborhood, and also finally filled my bike tires for a ride further afield. I’ve done a little baking, but nothing too fancy or time consuming. I’ve had my personal and writerly virtual and in-person connections with folks to help keep me from falling apart. I’ve braved the grocery stores as needed. I’ve been legit enjoying my apartment, the space I’ve worked hard to create these last near two years, even if my stompy upstairs neighbor really needs to go back to the office or, like, move.
I’ve been trying to remember to breathe. Been thinking/worrying about the future—but not so much that it paralyzes me. Mostly. I’ve shut out the rest of the world as needed. I’ve given myself permission to not get so focused on and angry at all the things I should be angry about (related to All This or not) lest I end up a dead man on the floor. I’ve wrestled with the Productivity vs. Anti-Productivity Wars and have set out to accomplish what my brain can deal with at any given moment. Right, friends?
I’ve also been enjoying (and inspired by) various artists out there doing their thing and helping us get through. Here are a couple:
My favorite singer-songwriter, Josh Ritter, has been doing a series of intimate solo concerts—dubbed The Silo Sessions—from his home in Brooklyn (sometimes with special guests). So good! You can watch live each Tuesday evening on his Facebook or YouTube, or catch up on the recordings afterward.
My friend Heather has launched a series of YouTube art videos where she discusses the lives and times of various painterly muses and artists. Beautiful five minute doses of art, soothing music, and a little poetry. Check them out!
From the Pen
Grandma’s typewriter: Remington, circa 1949. (With Canadian Club bottle, 1963.)
In theory, I’ve had “plenty of time” to Write All The Words. But…I haven’t really. I had been working on a new story for one of my cancelled April shows. But it’s not the same story now. A lot of our stories aren’t the same now. So I put it down—and will pick it up when the time is right and/or I have a new show date because yay deadlines.
I do want to dive into one of my many fiction projects. Oh, but which one? I’ve been drawn to various stories based on what I’ve been reading, actually. Gritty realism, or magically inspired contemporary or historical stories. We’ll see what wins out in the end…
I’ve been reading Philip Lopate’s To Show and To Tell: The Craft of Literary Nonfiction. It’s been fun to “talk shop” and get the brain going for future writings. Old photos have called to me from their albums and bins and digital folders. My writerly archives whisper dreams of my own (maybe) YouTube videos. My printer spontaneously turns on by itself at odd hours, and I’m convinced it’s my old online LiveJournal trying to print itself so I can attack those bygone times with one of my favorite blue editing pens.
Speaking of, most of the words I have written these last couple months have been through traditional journaling and more artful free-writing (or “spewing” as I call it) about All This. Parts chronicling life during these times as possible raw material for future whatevers, venting so I don’t do it on Facebook, and general clearing my head. I too am taking this time to reset and reflect in order to build a slightly stronger foundation for an uncertain future. The last two years have been particularly on my mind as at this time in 2018 I was also not working and also facing an uncertain future.
Off the Shelf
I now have an affiliate bookshop at Bookshop.org! This new site is “an online bookstore with a mission to financially support independent bookstores and give back to the book community,” which we need now more than ever I’d say. Whenever possible, book links in this here newsletter will be directed to the site. I’ll be adding more titles to the shop as I go along.
Additionally, you can directly support my favorite Chicago indie bookstore at UnabridgedBookstore.com.
This Boy’s Life ~ Tobias Wolff: I'm a huge fan of Wolff's short stories and have wanted to read this memoir for a while. It’s a fascinating portrait of the author as a boy/young man. I'm also particularly interested in this time period so I'll call this reading a little indirect "research" of sorts.
Magic for Beginners ~ Kelly Link: I turned to this collection that first night of All This—I'd been meaning to re-read it anyway. I needed something fantastical and whimsical and poetic and daring to take me out of what I was feeling. It certainly helped me get through those first couple weeks.
The Great Believers ~ Rebecca Makkai: I began reading this March 2, but as the days progressed, I increasingly felt that as All This mess was escalating, maybe I shouldn't be reading an emotionally intense novel about the early days of the AIDS crisis. So I put it down for some Magic. I knew I’d pick it back up, but I needed that break. I read the last fifty pages in one night and it was finally time for the waterworks to flow as I thought about the past and the present and love and life and friends and things let go and things let in.
American Salvage ~ Bonnie Jo Campbell: After Believers, I needed shorter doses of fiction before diving into something longer again (which I’ll get into next time…) Campbell’s work hit my radar a little while back through various Midwest/Michigan writerly friends, so I was excited to find it on a recent winter book excursion. It’s an overall beautiful collection of rural Michigan heartache and hope that definitely got me thinking about one of my own short stories.
And in case you missed it, you can Choose Your Michael’s Bookshelf Quarantine House over on my Instagram. Let me know which House you choose.
On the Screen
Photo by Sven Scheuermeier on Unsplash
I too have fired up the Netflix and other services for solace. As a writer/creator, I do find it all inspiring and educational, even if indirectly. Here’s some of what I’ve been watching:
While all y’all were binging that Tiger dude, I caught up on my DVR’d PBS American Experience episodes and educated myself about the Hatfields and McCoys; Frank Sprague and the building of the Boston subway; Harvey Wiley’s Poison Squad and the creation of the FDA; and the Gilded Age. I now have a while new queue to get through. Yay learning!
Speaking of PBS, I’ve been loving and feeling all the feels with S9 of Call the Midwife—alas, the finale is this Sunday! I’ve also been getting my WWII fix on with Masterpiece’s World on Fire (also ending its season this Sunday). Over on Amazon, I soaked up S4 of Grantchester. S5 starts airing on PBS in June. Woot!
I’m making my way through the final season of The Man in the High Castle. I need to take my time with this because, as with World, Nazis are stressful.
I got REAL emotional at the series finale Will & Grace and the retrospective special. I’m a sentimental old fool and that hit all the spots, yo. I’ve also been enjoying S2 of Single Parents (Taran Killam was my hook, but I’m a fan of the show). The finale aired this past week. And of course SNL, whose “At Home” episodes were a strange if necessary adaptation. The final piece in the finale was beautiful, and if you haven’t already, check out the clip of Cecily Strong’s Governor Whitmer monologue. (Thus ends my regular Network TV viewing.)
I’ve also been watching Atypical on Netflix. Beautiful, charming, and waterworks inducing. I started S3 last night. And I know Jennifer Jason Leigh has had a bountiful career since then, but to me it kinda is like watching Fast Times at Ridgemont High’s Stacy Hamilton all grown up.
A little late to the party, but I now have access to Disney+ and have inhaled The Mandalorian. Baby Yoda forever! I also watched Empire on Star Wars Day as it’s my favorite and the currently available edition contains nothing that annoys me. I did watch Jedi again recently, which was fun, even if, ya know….
Thank you so much for reading! It means a ton. Be well out there.
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