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Then there was Thursday

Several errands/appointments accomplished today, and though it was overcast, it was nice to be out in temperatures that aren’t brutal, especially when reading messages from family all over the country who’ve been getting it so much worse than we have in Texas (like in Colorado, Wisconsin, Utah–though the snowboarder likes it–and New Jersey) .

Speaking of New Jersey…

I’ll go ahead and put this here as the music I’ve been listening to for the last few days of writing that may continue into my first crack at the manuscript tomorrow (tomorrow’s photo is reserved for whatever theme Photo Friday throws at us).


All Bruce Springsteen: Born to Run; Darkness on the Edge of Town; Human Touch; Lucky Town; Greatest Hits; The Ghost of Tom Joad; The Rising; Magic; Working On a Dream; and Western Stars.

This doesn’t include my drowned albums Nebraska, Dancing In The Dark, The River, and Born In The USA, all of which WILL need to come back to me in some format. Bruce always feels uniquely mine in a way few other artists do. I found him at the beginning of his recording career on my own, no recommendations or friend influences, thanks to Greetings From Asbury Park, N.J., and I believed in his gifts long before anyone I knew got on board. The time when The River was new and I listened to it nonstop included an ex I’d rather forget, with whom I also saw Bruce in concert. Bruce is way more powerful than bad memories and poor judgment.

One time when I was at Half Acre Wood, I discovered that Lynne has a great live set on vinyl that I’ll find used at a sane price some day. I was dazzled when I wrote to it on one of my visits.

There’s nobody like Bruce.

A fun dedication between characters: “Let’s Be Friends.”

ETA on 1/19: After finishing up my Bruce collection, I just hit “Place Order Now.” I’ll soon have the Bruce Springsteen I lost and several I never owned. Art that brings me this kind of joy and comfort is so worth it.

Tiny Tuesday!

When I started the sixth book in the Neverending Saga, I checked all the previous novels to see which characters got the first (or first couple) of chapters from among the four characters who are allowed points of view in the series. That’s when I realized someone was way overdue, so it was an easy choice. By choosing that narrative voice, there was also a natural best choice for beginning the seventh novel.

Early in his life, this character began to think of himself as a lone crow. He was kidding himself, and I think he’s only now beginning to realize it. Crows aren’t loners. Not only do they stay in units that can include family members from multiple generations, but they’re monogamous and mate for life.

The birds in the corvid family hold endless fascination for me. They include choughs, crows, jackdaws, jays, magpies, nutcrackers, ravens, rooks, and treepies, but not grackles or the various blackbirds who come from other groups.

I like grackles, but there are a lot of parking lots and public areas in Houston where so many grackles gather that a walk is laced with all the suspense of a Hitchcock movie.

Of the corvids, I’m most drawn to crows and ravens. Debby gave me a beautiful drum with a raven on it.

It’s actually been a great rhythm instrument for me to use when I pause while writing the “Lone” Crow. The back of the drum is as beautiful as the front.

Far more musical than me playing the raven drum would be:


Frank Sinatra, The Columbia Years three-CD set; Patti Smith, Gone Again; Soundgarden, Superunknown and King Animal; Spin Doctors, Pocket Full of Kryptonite; and The Very Best of Dusty Springfield.

Right now I’m midway into listening to a group of ten CDs from another “S” artist, though it’s distressing me a bit when I realize all of the Harvey-drowned albums I haven’t replaced from this particular collection. Can you guess the artist?

More to come; gotta get back to my crow.

There’s a fun song by the Wilderbeats performed for children that will help you identify a crow versus a raven. Now that I think of it, I have a character who likes to sing to children. But I digress.

ETA: I almost never remember the significance of this date to me personally. I’m mostly glad about that. ♥

Saturday Night’s Alright for Writing

Apologies to Sir Elton John for misappropriating this title from the Goodbye Yellow Brick Road album, “Saturday Night’s Alright For Fighting.” To add insult to injury, I’m not listening to Elton John today. I’m listening to this.


Frank Sinatra’s four-CD collection The Best of the Columbia Years, 1943 to 1952

Frank has helped give me a productive writing day, but he may have gotten some assistance from a couple of father and daughter muses.

Funny story: This young lady has a little friend who loves Elton John and does not love horses at all.

I don’t ride but I like horses, and I also like dolls, Frank, and Elton. In fact, also from Goodbye Yellow Brick Road is a song I’ve used as a theme song for this kilted gent (who I originally wrote in 1971, and boy has his character gotten a lot more story since then) from the first time I heard it on the Goodbye Yellow Brick Road album (thanks, Debbie M!) after seeing Elton John on his 1974 North American Tour (oh, the story I could tell about that fun and crazy night, David K).

I can see by your eyes you must be lying
When you think I don’t have a clue
Baby, you’re crazy, if you think that you can fool me
Because I’ve seen that movie, too
The one where the players are acting surprised
Saying love’s just a four letter word
Between forcing smiles, with the knives in their eyes
Well their actions become so absurd
So keep your auditions for somebody
Who hasn’t got so much to lose
‘Cause you can tell by the lines I’m reciting
That I’ve seen that movie, too
So keep your auditions for somebody
Who hasn’t got so much to lose
‘Cause you can tell by the lines I’m reciting
I’ve seen that movie, too
It’s a habit I have, I don’t get pushed around
Stop twinkling the star like you do
I’m not the blueprint
For all of your B films
Because I’ve seen that movie, too
The one where the players are acting surprised
Saying love’s just a four letter word
Between forcing smiles, oh, with the knives in their eyes
Oh, their actions become so absurd
So keep your auditions for somebody
Who hasn’t got so much to lose
‘Cause you can tell by the lines I’m reciting
That I’ve seen that movie, too
So keep your auditions for somebody
Who hasn’t got so much to lose
‘Cause you can tell by the lines I’m reciting
I’ve seen that movie, too
So keep your auditions for somebody
Who hasn’t got so much to lose
‘Cause you can tell by the lines I’m reciting
I’ve seen that movie, too
So keep your auditions for somebody
Who hasn’t got so much to lose
‘Cause you can tell by the lines I’m reciting
I’ve seen that movie, too

Songwriters: Elton John & Bernie Taupin

Bonus Friday post


Listening to Carly Simon’s two-CD Anthology. These songs evoke certain times and relationships in my life when I first heard them, beginning when I was a young teen and into young adulthood.

It’s a little hard to focus on the character I’m writing when this music makes me think so much about Carly Simon’s memoir and Pattie Boyd’s memoir, both of which shared stories that made me hurt for them and the price love exacts from women who love men whose creativity and talent have brought them fame. Their stories aren’t my stories, but they do evoke my characters’ stories. In the end, after all, even if my life and circumstances and stories are different from those characters’, or Carly Simon’s or Pattie Boyd’s, a heart that loves is a heart that loves, and loss is loss.

Fortunately, the next to last song, “Actress,” made me laugh and drew me back into the world of the Neverending Saga, and it was time to write again, to the next music. Stay tuned.

And enjoy this song from a movie (Heartburn) that, while brutally eye-opening for me, was a film that promised something I needed to believe in: starting over.

Gun violence

In many cases on this blog, I’ve gone back through the years to post details of mass shootings in schools, places of worship, and other public locations in the U.S. I’ve tried to provide names of those involved (excluding the perpetrators), because I think it’s important that we recognize and remember those whose lives were cut short by gun violence in mass events.

It’s not only daunting to do the research, it takes an emotional toll on me. I greatly admire tireless gun reform advocates like Gabby Giffords, concerned citizens, parents, and former students who constantly push for awareness and real efforts to address this problem.

Here’s a look back at statistics from 2023 with only the barest of details and limited to schools and places of worship.

I got that information from a Wikipedia site that includes a much longer and more detailed chart you can review on that page, which details mass shootings at places along with schools and churches, including residences, public areas, and businesses. A total of 754 people were killed and 2,443 other people were injured in 604 shootings.

It’s overwhelming.

To pretend we don’t have an epidemic of gun violence in this country is the worst kind of hubris.

Workin’ Out


From the four new-to-me dolls from Margret, via Lynne, I knew the Teresa doll (left) would be the easiest for me to identify if the earrings were original to her and especially because her body type is articulated, usually only done for a limited number of dolls. I was right; I found her immediately, Mattel’s 1996 Workin’ Out Teresa doll.


Here’s her description: Teresa has a pair of orange button earrings, an orange work-out outfit, a pair of white leg warmers, a pair of orange shoes with suction cups, and included are a standard-size music cassette, a doll-sized cassette player with headphones, barbells, and a bottle of water.


What I really hoped was that the similar pink earrings on the articulated Barbie next to her in the photo meant she was also a Workin’ Out doll, and again, the answer is yes. One was made in Malaysia and one in China, both with 1993 articulated body types, and Barbie’s description matches Teresa’s, except she’s in pink.

 


Their hair was a hot mess. I didn’t get a photo of Teresa’s before I brushed out the tangles, cleaned it, added a bit of Volks Water Wax, and banded it, but here’s how Barbie’s hair looked before. These are dolls that were played with, the very best kind for doll rescuers like me. Perfect dolls come new in the box, and they’re great (you know I love them because I have SO MANY), but there’s something heartwarming about getting dolls that were an important part of someone’s childhood. There’s a reason people cry at the Toy Story movies. Whether or not we held on to the toys we cherished, they remain special in our memories, and I treat other people’s dolls with an awareness of that.

Along with the hair wax, I broke out the other doll haircare stuff (Barbie’s split ends needed a tiny bit of trimming).

Here’s how their hair looks now. Shiny!

Since they’re sporty girls, I dressed them appropriately from the Barbie wardrobe room (i.e., the closet in the guest room, aka Lynne’s Room).

I have no shoes that will go on these dolls’ flat feet. I found their original suction-cup shoes online and they’ll be here next week, and also a couple of pairs of sandals they can probably wear. If not, the sandals will fit the doll who is now shoeless thanks to Jack.

I am a big fan of the Grady Goat Foundation and all the work they do. I’ll probably share this photo on my Instagram account so I can tag them, because clearly these new dolls are ready for GOAT YOGA!

Fast like a snail


R.E.M: Accelerate; New Adventures In Hi-Fi; UP; Reveal; Around The Sun

You’d think with all this music played today I’d have gotten a lot of writing done. You’d think wrong. The first few chapters of a novel, at least a novel in a series, are apparently the most challenging for me.

That last CD, the Best Of, won’t play. The back is in really bad shape. Not sure what the story on that is, but it’s outta here.

Incremental progress…

…is still progress. When it comes to writing, I’ll take it. I have a first chapter draft finally, after several false starts. This has been my accompaniment.


Lou Reed, New York and Walk On The Wild Side, The Best of Lou Reed.


And this two-song “CD Single” of The Rembrandts. The back side might remind you who they are if you were alive in the Nineties and have forgotten.


Yup, the theme song from the TV show “Friends,” or “I’ll Be There For You.” I think I got this to use on a video we made for the place I worked from ’92 to ’96. Memories…

Then I moved on to these.

R.E.M.: Murmur; Out Of Time; Automatic For The People; and Monster.

There’ll be more R.E.M. to come before I continue in the “R” section of my CD binders. None of this music has been really connected to what I’m writing (except that this novel does begin with a sort of who’s who among a group of friends, I guess).

Different time, completely different kind of music. That’s fine. I’m a little partial to “Nightswimming” from Automatic For The People because if I recall correctly, Timothy referenced it in Three Fortunes in One Cookie. THERE’S a blast from the past.

Button Sunday

This is why it takes me so long. Some writers power through to get it all down and then go back and do their edits. Occasionally I want to try it that way, but it never works for me.

Maybe I’m too trained as an editor and proofreader. I edit, read, re-edit, and re-read constantly as I go. Maybe it’s also my experience as a teacher trained to correct errors and suggest how to polish writing.

I learned the hard way this is why beta readers don’t work for me. By the time I send pages, I’ve already started altering them.

ETA: Most recent writing playlist.


Bonnie Raitt, Bonnie Raitt


Red Hot Chili Peppers: Blood Sugar Sex Magik; One Hot Minute

Los Angeles is the major city featured in the Neverending Saga. It’s the home of my soul even if it’s never been a physical home to me. Tom and I have explored there. Jim has been my tour guide there. From Blood Sugar Sex Magik, “City of Angels.” I’ve been able to use so much of L.A. in the Neverending Saga.