Real People, Real Lives

                

On Monday I took my camera and notebook to the spaghetti dinner.

This is Dennis.
After I took his picture he simply said, "Thank god for the meal."

                                                         © Tracy Abell 2011

This is Wayne.
He told me, "The meal means a lot to me.  I haven’t had a whole lot of work for the past year."

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These are real people struggling with real-life problems.
I wish the powers that be would stop pandering to the already-rich, entitled people,
and throw substantial support to those hanging on by a thread.

Unfortunately, it’s only going to get worse; the new meme is "we’ve all got to make sacrifices."
Except the power structure will ensure the rich get richer
while the disenfranchised poor pile up like so much forgotten trash.

They’re people.
                

Did you ever notice . . .

         

. . .how everyone assumes squirrels are male?


                                                        © Tracy Abell 2011

I’m betting none of you looked at that photo and said, "That little gal is up to no good."

Why is that?

                 

Friday Five: The Lisa Edition

        

Two days ago  shared some heartbreaking news about her health.

It’s a testament to her loving and humorous outlook on life that even though
we’ve never met, I can’t stop thinking about Lisa and her family.  
And I know I’m not the only one.
Lisa has always been a shining light in this writing community.

1)  Lisa started the Thankful Thursday tradition here in LJ-land.

2)  Lisa won the Morris Award and shared her nomination speech (which turned
into her acceptance speech)
 with us even though doing so was outside her comfort zone.

3)  Lisa notices beauty all around her and shares my love for spiders.

4)  Lisa supports her follow writers and hosts Authorial Intrusion which allows us to know
authors as real people with likes and dislikes, along with their best writing advice in five words or less.

5)  Lisa has reminded me to be grateful for all I have, and to let the people
in my life know how much I love them.

So many, many people are thinking of you, Lisa, and sending love your way.

                   

Coming Unstuck

             

From WORD PAINTING by Rebecca McClanahan:
When Broadway composer Stephen Sondheim was asked about his creative process, he replied, "If you asked me to write a love song tonight, I’d have a lot of trouble.  But if you tell me to write a love song about a girl with a red dress who goes into a bar and is on her fifth martini and is falling off her chair, that’s a lot easier, and it makes me free to say anything I want."  As we’ve already noted, it’s hard to write effectively about a large abstract subject – grief or anger or love – without first "sweating the small stuff."

I’ve come to the realization that I need to sweat the small stuff 
a bit more before continuing to draft my new project.
I don’t know enough truths about the characters and their lives.
Yet.

So it’s off to my notebook for further discovery . . . 

I’m curious about the rest of you:
how do you know when you know enough about your story to begin writing?

                     

Serenity: A Work in Progress

                  

      
Today the sun is shining
but two days ago, snow was falling.


                                                                             © Tracy Abell 2011

“Serenity is not freedom from the storm, but peace amid the storm.” – Unknown

I’m working on it.           

                    

Friday Five: The Worrywart Edition

            

1)  Yesterday I made the mistake of telling my hair stylist Wildebeest 
was doing really well.  This morning, he was an absolute mess.

2)  Last night for the first time since starting my new project, I went to
bed feeling anxious about my ability to carry it off.

3)  I’m not sure if I still fit in my regular jeans.

4)  Zebu and Wildebeest informed me they cannot stand how I wake
them up for school with a quiet voice as I open their curtains; they prefer
Zippy’s method of turning on lights and giving them a shove.

5)  I’d pack a bag and head for the hills, but then who would hold
down the fort?


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Need the Funny

 

I’m fast-approaching my freak-out limit what with
dead birds falling from the sky,
dead crabs washing up on shore,
Sarah Palin as 2012 presidential candidate,
spineless, tone deaf Obama and his new Wall-Street-insider-Chief-of-Staff,
etc.

It’s time for something funny.
How about a monologue from Jane Wagner and Lily Tomlin’s
The Search for Signs of Intelligent Life in the Universe . . . . . . . . . . .

This is Judith Beasley, a suburban housewife who used to sell Tupperware:

Judith Beasley char Lily Tomlin

About a month ago, I was shown some products designed to improve the sex lives of suburban housewives.
I got so excited, I just had to come on public access and tell you about it. To look at me, you’d never suspect
I was a semi-nonorgasmic woman. This means it was possible for me to have an orgasm—but highly unlikely.

To me the term “sexual freedom” meant freedom from having to have sex. And then along came Good Vibrations.
And was I surprised!
Now I am a regular Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.

As a love subject, it surpasses my husband Harold by a country mile.
But please, this is no threat to the family unit; think of it as a kind of Hamburger Helper for the boudoir.

Can you afford one, you say? Can you afford not to have one, I say.
Why, the time it saves alone is worth the price.
I’d rank it up there with Minute Rice, Reddi-Wrap, and Pop-Tarts.

Ladies, it simply takes the guesswork out of making love.

“But doesn’t it kill the romance?” you say. And I say, “What doesn’t?”

So, what’ll it be? This deluxe kit? Or this purse-size model for the “woman on the go?”
Fits anywhere and comes with a silencer to avoid curious onlookers.

Ladies, it can be a real help to the busy married woman who has a thousand chores
and simply does not need the extra burden of trying to have an orgasm.

But what about the guilt, you say? Well, that thought did cross my mind.

But at one time I felt guilty using a cake mix instead of baking from scratch.

I learned to live with that. I can learn to live with this.

Thank you, Jane and Lily.

Listening to My Broccoli

 

From Anne Lamott’s BIRD BY BIRD:

It [listening to your broccoli] means, of course, that when you don’t know what to do,
when you don’t know whether your character would do this or that, you get quiet
and try to hear that still small voice inside.  It will tell you what to do.  The problem is
that so many of us lost access to our broccoli when we were children.  When we
listened to our intuition when we were small and then told the grown-ups what we
believed to be true, we were often either corrected, ridiculed, or punished.  
God forbid you should have your own opinions or perceptions — better to have head lice.

I realized yesterday that I am, indeed, listening to my broccoli.
I don’t yet have an entire first chapter of my new project,
but I’m taking my time with what I have written and, so far, love it.

Every book I’ve written has followed a different process,
and I’m hoping this one will be slow, steady, and broccoli-guided.

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And it just so happens broccoli is my favorite vegetable.
                       

He’s Baaack!

               

Again, I just glanced out the window and was puzzled to see
the newly-replenished feeder abandoned.

Where did everybody go?

Then I looked up . . .

                                                        © Tracy Abell 2011

Notice the balancing act.
                             

Tuesday’s Visitor

          

I suddenly realized all the finches and towhees had left the yard.
Why?

American Kestrel in the ‘hood.

                                                                © Tracy Abell 2011

As I snapped photo after photo, a few brave finches perched on the wires above,
and a squirrel ran along the fence behind the kestrel.

They aren’t exactly interacting, but it’s a peaceful coexistence.
We should all do so well.
                          

Dreaming in 2011

               

2010 didn’t work out the way I’d thought and hoped,
but that’s why it’s called Life.

I’m headed into 2011 with my healthy, mostly-happy family,
and a brand new project that makes me grateful to be a writer.

I have hopes and dreams for 2011 and will try my hardest to make them come true.
Just like this blue jay.

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I wish each and every one of you a Happy New Year,
and look forward to cheering you on in 2011 as you reach for your dreams.
               

A Mighty Long Way

               

At the risk of losing friends who are already overwhelmed by their TBR piles
(hello,  !), I’m going to share thoughts on one more book: 

A MIGHTY LONG WAY: My Journey to Justice at Little Rock Central High School
By Carlotta Walls LaNier.

This is one woman’s personal account of her experiences as part of
the "Little Rock Nine," and while I thought I was fully aware of what
it was like during desegregation of the south, this book proved otherwise.

For instance, I did not know the students had their own personal military
guards to escort them through the halls.  And that despite the armed protection,
ignorant, racist teenagers still spit on the black students and knocked their books to the floor.

It was painful reading the cruel details of what those brave children and their
families endured in Arkansas, but it’s essential to our progress as a nation that
we acknowledge the specifics.  I’m ashamed I never took the time to fully research
those events.

The "Little Rock Nine" took their historic steps in 1957, but here we are in 2010
with more of the same ignorance and racism directed toward Obama and the Black
Congressional Caucus.  We can either weep, or fight back.

I encourage everyone to read A MIGHTY LONG WAY and to share it with your children.
Ignorance of our past will only lead to more injustice.
            

Just Kids

                 

I’m having a great time reading an eclectic mix of books lately,
and that includes JUST KIDS by Patti Smith.

She promised Robert Mapplethorpe she’d tell their story,
and she does.

From the inside flap (because it’s so beautiful and spot-on):
It was the summer Coltrane died, the summer of love and riots,
and the summer when a chance encounter in Brooklyn led two
young people on a path of art, devotion, and initiation.  Patti Smith
would evolve as a poet and performer, and Robert Mapplethorpe
would direct his highly provocative style toward photography.
Bound in innocence and enthusiasm, they tr
aversed the city from
Coney Island to Forty-second Street; and in 1969, the pair set up
camp at the infamous Hotel Chelsea.  It was a time of heightened
awareness, when the worlds of poetry, rock and roll, art, and sexual
politics were colliding and exploding.  In this milieu, fueled by their
mutual dreams and drives, they would prod and provide for one
another during the hungry years.

JUST KIDS begins as a love story and ends as an elegy.  It serves
as a salute to New York City during the late sixties and seventies and to
its rich and poor, its hustlers and hellions.  A true fable, it is a portrait of
two young artists’ ascent, a prelude to fame.


I was blown away by the circumstances they faced together,
the literal cold and hunger, and their ability to scratch out an existence
on their own terms.

And because I’ve long been a fan of the Chelsea Hotel (after learning
it was where Bob Dylan stayed up all night writing "Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands"
for his wife), I particularly enjoyed the section on Patti and Robert’s time there.

I even dug out my copy of this photographic essay,
CHELSEA HOTEL By Claudio Edinger, 

and read up on some of the people Patti mentioned in her book.

(I’m a bit torn about what to call the hotel since Patti refers to it as the
Hotel Chelsea but the other book calls it the Chelsea Hotel, as does
Bob Dylan in his song, Sara).

I highly recommend JUST KIDS.  It’s beautifully written (and gave me a
whole new way of listening to Horses).

If you’ve ever loved and lost someone, this book will speak to you.
And if you’ve ever held dreams but despaired of reaching them,
JUST KIDS will speak to you plus give you a kick in the ass.   
            

The Heroine’s Bookshelf

          

Way back in October,  posted an interview
with Erin Blakemore, author of THE HEROINE’S BOOKSHELF:
Life Lessons from Jane Austen to Laura Ingalls Wilder.
 


Lucky duck that I am, I won a copy of the book.
I read it as soon as it arrived but am only just now getting around
to sharing my thoughts because I worried I wouldn’t do the book justice.
I’m still not confident I will, but am forging ahead.  

Ahem.

I have three words for you: Read this now.

Erin Blakemore divided her book into twelve parts
and assigned each a fictional character:

Self
Faith
Happiness
Dignity
Family Ties
Indulgence
Fight 
Compassion
Simplicity
Steadfastness
Ambition
Magic

For instance, Celie from THE COLOR PURPLE comes under Dignity,
and TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD’s Scout Finch represents Compassion.

Not only does Ms. Blakemore highlight the characters’ connections to
those traits, but also the women who created those characters.

Wow.
As a writer who has experienced a fair share of the emotional ups and downs
associated with the pursuit of publication, I very much appreciated learning the
background on the authors’ lives.
(A sneak peek: They lived some turbulent lives.  Wow.)

I’ve read all but two of the highlighted novels (and will read those others!),
but gained fresh perspectives on all those heroines.  
Reading THE HEROINE’S BOOKSHELF was like having a private book club
discussion in the luxury of my own bed (yes, I read the entire book propped
against pillows.)  At the risk of sounding contradictory, I felt both comforted and
adventurous as I read this book; it reaffirmed earlier thoughts and exposed me to new ideas.

Do your literary soul a favor and read THE HEROINE’S BOOKSHELF now.

           

Winged Messages

              

It’s hard to wallow in the doldrums when there’s such exquisiteness in the world.


                                                                                              © Tracy Abell 2010 

Wishing everyone a glorious day!
             

Head Case

        

I’m sorting through a myriad of emotions this morning
as 2010 winds down and bleeds into 2011.

Trying to wrap my head around what it all means for me and my writing. 


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I’m considering investing in a wig and whole new persona.
                

Karma, Baby

            

AGNES by Tony Cochran

I can’t help thinking of the little spat I got in with the resident evangelist at the meal on Monday.
She thinks it’s her right to tell people they’ll go to hell unless they accept her religious dogma,
and got testy with me when I told her to knock it off.

Wonder how her teeth feel today?
               

Happy Solstice!

                  

I’ve been looking forward to this day for quite some time.
We’re going to start gaining daylight again!
And what better way to celebrate than with a House Finch Party?!

                                                                              
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Guided Revisions

                

I’m nearing the end of BIRD BRAIN revisions, 
and have called upon my spirit guide.

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Methinks I’m home free.
                    

Demented Happiness

         

Thought maybe I could convert today’s feelings
of overwhelm and despair with a positive image,
so went to morguefiles.com and typed "happiness."

This image came up:

Works for me!