Local matters

The last time I posted here was two weeks ago when I lamented a city council member’s plan to propose a camping ban. Things did not look good. Well, I’m here with a happy update: this past week, the city council voted down that council member’s motion! And not only that, the council voted in favor of further research and discussion around sanctioned camping areas and sanctioned parking areas for those living in their vehicles! They’re also looking into additional public restrooms and trash receptacles! None of this is a done-deal but they voted down the worst of the proposals and in favor of some humane policies. For that, I’m grateful.

How did this happen? Community involvement! After an earlier council meeting at which people with the “lived experience” of getting clean shared their stories (which were very much in favor of criminalizing homelessness and insisting “the only way to get clean is go to jail and be forced into drug treatment”), it became clear we also needed to hear the lived experience of community members currently living outside. So we gathered statements from about 20 people without housing, asking a handful of questions including:

  • what happened in your life that you ended up living outside?
  • what would a camping ban mean to you?
  • what do you wish people understood about what it’s like living outside?
  • how long have you been a resident of this county?

We then transcribed their responses and lined up volunteers to read the statements at the next council meeting. It was eye-opening to hear stories of a death in the family or a divorce or job loss or rent increase that lead to them living outside, circumstances that could happen to any of us. Equally informative was that the vast majority of people were long-time residents of the county, some for their entire lives, and that information poked massive holes in the haters’ lie that “homeless junkies move here because they have it so good.” Each statement read at the city council meeting ended with “What do I wish people understood about what it’s like living outside?” followed by insights such as :

  • “People drive by and throw cans at us.”
  • “We’re just trying to survive.”
  • “When our belongings are taken and thrown out, that includes things like doctor appointments and court dates. Losing that stuff makes it even harder for us to pull ourselves together.”
  • “It’s not easy. Our nervous systems are in permanent survival mode.”

It was a powerful public comment period, both for those in the audience and the volunteers who amplified the voices of the most vulnerable in our community. I can’t help but believe those statements played a role in this week’s vote by the city council.

Local activism for the win!

I’m sharing that here as both an update to my earlier post and because these days are so very difficult. It feels as we’re powerless in the face of all the cruelty and violence being inflicted on people, not to mention the very real threat of nuclear war. It’s tempting to check out. True, we have zero control over this regime or the actions of our so-called opposition party, something I find both terrifying and rage-inducing. But we’re not powerless. Each of us can work to strengthen our own communities.

As Mariame Kaba and Kelly Hayes and other veteran organizers say: pick something that matters to you and focus on that. For instance, do you have a public library in your community?

Libraries are under attack from those who fear learning and knowledge. Book banning has reached such horrifying levels it’s affecting children’s publishing. (An excellent resource for learning about books and book banning, including what may be happening in your state, is BookRiot.com.) Library budgets are being slashed, but there’s some recent good news. Librarians are losing their jobs and they’re coming together to support each other.  There are all sorts of ways to get involved (my easy/fun experience is below):

My fun and easy experience? Yesterday, I gathered with others in our mutual aid group to support our local library system and we wrote 100 postcards to voters, expressing our support for a Proposition to restore the library levy rate (which would result in a $0.17 increase per $1,000 assessed value). It felt great to take action on behalf of our community. During our time together, I didn’t think about the smorgasbord of atrocities going on in the world. Instead, we talked and laughed and marveled at the gorgeous Eric Carle postcards provided by the Proposition organizers. Take a look at a sampling of those beautiful cards:

Eric Carle postcard sampler

As a parent who owned and read many Eric Carle books with my sons, it was a trip down memory lane. And it felt very right to use gorgeous pieces of art to ask for support of the library. Books literally save lives.

Okay, this is much longer than intended so I’ll stop here. 🙂 Thank you for reading this far. Please, if you’d like to share a sentiment about your public library or maybe a community effort you support, or really, just anything not-awful, I’d love to hear from you.

Until then, solidarity.

Sunday Confessional: murder

I started the quarantine with only about eight checked-out library books that I read *sob* and then held onto for months until my library system started accepting returns again. While I did download a few ebooks this spring, I don’t enjoy that format, and instead concentrated on my bookshelves. The bad news is, I’ve already read most of what I have at home. The good news? I don’t mind rereading books.

This past week or so, I’ve reread three Raymond Chandler novels featuring Philip Marlowe (The Big Sleep; The High Window; The Lady in the Lake) and two Rex Stout novels featuring Nero Wolfe (Might As Well Be Dead; Death of a Doxy).

Witty private detectives + murder = self-care.

Day 6: Things I learned in Stockholm

An elevator (aka lift), is identifiable by a silent HISS:

This is a Western Jackdaw (image from pexels.com because those taken on my phone are poor quality). We kept hearing and catching glimpses of the bird yesterday, but weren’t sure what it was. Now we know. A Western Jackdaw!

It’s possible to walk a whole lotta dogs without any muss or fuss:

The National Library of Sweden has very nice toilets that are FREE to the public, plus nice statuary next to the entrance/exit:

Zebu, Zippy, and a very chill woman.

The last thing I learned? It’s WAY easier to take photos with my camera and download them to my laptop than to transfer between phone and computer . . .

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Fight or flight at the library

I’m at the library again, doing my best impression of The Little Engine that Could. My study carrel is in the quiet section that is liberally decorated with these signs:
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About an hour ago, a man had a conversation on his phone within spitting distance of one of those signs. Several people glanced around as if to say, “What the hell?” but no one did anything. Including me. I figured we all deserve one free pass and that was his. Well, the dude started up another phone conversation. So I channeled my inner Pete Seeger who once said, “If there’s something wrong, speak up!” (and yes, I do realize that Pete was talking bigger issues than cell phone etiquette.)

I stood quietly by the man’s carrel as he continued to talk. And the longer he talked and refused to acknowledge me standing there, the more uncomfortable I felt. But I stayed put and when he hung up, I held out the sign and politely said something like, “I wanted to remind you about this.” He finally looked at me and his faux surprise at seeing the sign was laughable, but he did say, “Oh, okay.”

And that was it.

I’m taking the time to blog about this because I couldn’t believe how much adrenaline was pumping through my system after that interaction. I felt physically ill because of one polite conversation regarding cell phone usage, and I’d like to figure out why.

At this point, the only thing I know for sure is this:

Pete Seeger quotation

 

 

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Sometimes I gotta play rough

While reading Gary Paulsen’s LIAR, LIAR and companion novel FLAT BROKE this morning, I found myself thinking an all-too-familiar thought: “I want to try writing something like this.” (In this case I was referring to short novels, about 20k words, with the same characters, setting, and timeline.)

And then I remembered, as I always do when I have one of those creative-brain-all-over-the-place thoughts, that I’m in the middle of revising a YA novel that has been in and out of my life for years. I remembered that I really, really want and need to finish this novel. The want and need are wrapped up in the fact that I care about telling this story, but the want and need are also aligned with the instinct that’s telling me if I don’t finish the manuscript this go around, there will be serious repercussions in my writing life. It feels a bit do or die. Not as in THIS IS THE BOOK THAT’S GONNA GET ME MY BREAK, but as in this is the book that’s testing my mettle. I gotta prevail on this one. It feels as if I don’t finish the book, I will have given in to a schoolyard bully and might never venture back out on the playground.

So I put down the Paulsen books and decided that what I needed to do was quit pussyfooting around on my revisions. I needed to let go of the idea that I had to revise-revise-revise as I went along so that every single possible plot line and every single bit of characterization was exactly as it should be in final form. I decided that what I needed to do was revise in a more rough format SO THAT I ACTUALLY COMPLETE THIS DRAFT and then iron out minor issues and pretty up the language.

If I don’t take this approach, I fear this manuscript ain’t gonna happen which means an ugly domino effect.

So I fled the house (where I write every day) in search of mixing it up somewhere new. I landed at the library.

Working at library

Here I am. Revising in a rough and tumble manner, and making progress.

 

 

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Friday Five: The Random Edition

(1) I used to be kinda indifferent about Led Zeppelin, but for the past couple months have been mainlining it at a LOUD volume.

(2) I’m still having to run back and forth on the one flat street in my neighborhood due to glute issues and yesterday did three miles with the help of Sly & the Family Stone.

(3) I’ve started working part time as a substitute library page which means I shelve books at various local libraries, and have developed a love-hate relationship with the Dewey Decimal System.

(4) I’m revising a manuscript and enjoying the process which I call a WIN.

(5) If this rain doesn’t let up soon, I’m gonna scream loud enough to be heard over the Led Zeppelin.
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