First day back to work
I took a week off after sending the manuscript out to my agent. That week’s up, and here I sit at the usual cafe while Thumper thumps away at playgroup. I’ve spent the past hour hammering at the business end …
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“It wants to be a single word.”
The best thing (and perhaps the truest) I’ve read in the New York Times in a very long time. (Bearing in mind that I’m a shameless fiction geek.)
He didn’t look this cute at three in the morning
Dear Blog Readers: Please excuse Cari’s absence from the blog. She regrets that she will be unable to regale you today with fascinating tales involving toddler-wrangling and novel-writing and tomatoes that won’t fucking ripen. Last night the toddler in question …
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Getting it “right”
Well, it’s on its way. I sent the finished third draft of the new novel off to my agent, Gail, on Saturday. It’s out of my hands, for now. It’s her first look at this book, and I’m excited to …
Housekeeping
I’ve just now finished reading Housekeeping by Marilynne Robinson. Oh my god. I’ve said before, on several occasions and to various people, that it’s neither possible nor desirable to write a perfect novel. I take it back. I take it …
Ugh
What a week. I’m exhausted. Thumper’s going through this weird resistance to bedtime thing. (Okay. not that weird. I remember feeling the same way from age 3 to 31. But it’s new to him and I’m not enjoying it.) It’s …
Me? Giddily triumphant, thanks
I’m sitting in the usual Sunday cafe, where I come to write without toddler or husband interruption. (Which is not to say that I don’t appreciate the fact that I wouldn’t have this time to work if it weren’t for …
Trilce
The Trilce pattern is now (finally!) finished, knit, and up for sale on Ravelry and on the Patterns page. Thanks for your patience. I hope you enjoy it! The first time I knit Trilce, I used Manos del Uruguay and …
When I say Proust changed my life, I’m not trying to prove that I’m clever. No, really.
I’ve just had a somewhat heartbreaking epiphany of the Proustian sort. A small epiphany to be sure, but it’s mine and I’ll take it. And no less valid, for having been triggered by a blog entry instead of an uneven …
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