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Friday, January 20, 2017

An Ill Wind

January is usually one of the favorite months of the year.  It is a month of new beginnings, met with the anticipation of new possibilities it offers.  But not this year.  Not for myself and many of my friends.

No, this year is different from any in the past.  My friends, like myself, have lived long enough to be used to change.  We have seen a great many changes over the years.

We have seen the Berlin Wall go up...and come down.  We have endured the marches in Selma, the riots in Compton, the massacres at Kent State and the protests at Alcatraz.  We have sat holding our breaths during the Cuban Missile Crisis and the evacuation of Saigon.  We have been witness to the depth of despair.  I remember exactly what I was doing when I heard that John F. Kennedy had been killed and I cried to think of all that bright promise being lost.  And we have experienced the joy of achieving an impossible dream.  I also remember exactly where I was during the first Moon landing and I cried to think that we were finally leaving our childhood as a species.

We have experienced the hope of the Age of Aquarius in the 60's and the anguish of Watergate in the 70's.  We have sent children off to fight wars in countries who names we could not pronounce and welcomed so many of them back maimed in body and spirit, those who came back at all.  And we have lost others here, at home, to terrorist bombs and unreasoning hatred.  Yet we have come through all these trials with the unswerving faith that the strength of our nation would triumph and we would emerge in the aftermath stronger than before.  And we always have.  Before.

But this time it is different.  January has become a month of apprehension and fear, a harbinger of uncertainty, of doubt.  What is going to happen now?  We have never had a situation like this. We have a President Elect (not by the popular vote) who openly presents himself as hostile to the American way of life.  He professes viewpoints that are the antithesis of every ideal our country holds dear, and he is proud of it!  We are faced with a President who has the self-control of a six-year-old child and feels no shame at having a tantrum in public.  What will we do?  He has no respect or concern for the very people he is supposed to serve, in fact, he is of the opinion that they are here to serve him.   His attitude toward women is reprehensible at best.  His opinion of minorities is worse.  His stated approach to world affairs is "I'd like to bomb them all".  We find ourselves in the very real danger of having a President who is in a position to achieve what the terrorists couldn't from outside; he can destroy our way of life from the inside.

What do we do when the man who holds the highest office in the land declares war against the  American people?

Thursday, January 7, 2016

Winds of Change

It’s that time of year when everyone indulges in making New Year’s resolutions they absolutely know they will have no success at keeping. I hope that I will have a bit more luck this year at some of my resolutions. And so, without further ado, here are my resolutions for the new year.

  • More work on this blog.  Well, that goes without saying. I want to write something every day which is the purpose of the “What’s Goin’ On” which is my version of Morning Pages, a data dump for the previous day and will be such things as my reaction to the few television shows that I watch, a book I have read (not a structured review but my reaction), disc golf (a sport I perform support services for due to my son’s participation), an editorial rant on people behaving badly or any other thing that might cross my mind.  The entire purpose of this is just to write something every day even if it is only a paragraph or two.
  • Work on my novel for a couple of hours each day.  I now have a good idea of how I want my progression to go so hopefully I will be more organized and get more accomplished.
  • Publish more fiction here.  I don’t want to publish the book until it is finished, but I do plan to start putting some stuff up that is not a part of any of the books, per se.  Probably some Flash Fiction and Short Stories that are set in the worlds of the novels.  I also have something I am developing that can be put up in serial form as well as some attempts at artwork and poetry.
  • More Poetry.  I want to read at least one poem a day and attempt one poem a week.
  • Free write every day for at least half an hour.  Just to see what I come up with.

So I pretty much neglected this blog last year but I will make sure things change this year.

Monday, January 4, 2016

Saluting Ray Bradbury

I am currently working on my MFA and have just started a class on Ray Bradbury short stories. This is a joy for me because I am a loooong time fan of Ray Bradbury. He was one of the first writers I read when I started reading Science Fiction. In fact, he was the author responsible for getting me kicked out of my local library many years ago
when I was a child.

Our local librarian took herself a little too seriously and sent me home with a letter to my parents because I tried to check out a copy of “The Martian Chronicles” which was shelved in the Adult section and which she considered “inappropriate reading material for an eight-year-old girl”.

Her actions prompted an immediate in-person reaction from both my father and my aunt who marched down to the library with me, and the letter in question, in tow and engaged in a heated discussion with the afore mentioned librarian. This resulted in the cancelation of my “Children’s Library Permit” (yes, that was what they called it in those days) and the issue of my first “Adult Library Privileges” card and opened the gates to a world of adventure, education, and pleasure, far beyond the Dick and Jane” books from the children’s section and the forty-year-old textbooks used in the local elementary school.

Years later, when that library was closed, I bought that very copy of “The Martian Chronicles” for $.50 and it still occupies a place of honor in my son’s bookcase. It was one of the first Science Fiction books he read, although it was not that particular copy. He read a British inaugural edition that I somehow picked up in my travels and that I still have.  

In any case, one of the readings we were assigned was an interview of Mr Bradbury that appeared in issue 192 of the Paris Review in 2010. We were to then write a 400 word response to the interview or to the short story “The Veldt”. I had not read this interview before and was very interested in several portions of it. My first Bradbury “read” was “The Martian Chronicles” which I, at the time, was very proud of because the other pieces of Science Fiction I had read had all been short stories and this, “The Martian Chronicled” was a full length novel. I can be excused for my ignorance, I think, because I was only eight at the time. It was not until several years later that I found out that “The Martian Chronicles” actually started out as a collection of short stories later retrofitted together with a connecting theme.

This response is the interview that Ray Bradbury gave to the Paris Review in 2010. I had not read this interview before and found several portions of it enlightening.

I think I was most surprised by Bradbury’s statement that he doesn’t feel that one should read works in their own field. This is in direct contradiction to the opinions of many current writers who advise that you should read everything you can find in the field you hope to produce in. Even more interesting was his statement that he doesn’t (didn’t–he died in 2012) like to read younger writers because he might become depressed if they were working on the same idea as himself. Ray Bradbury was such and icon and so revered as a “Master” it seems ludicrous that he would be bothered by such a trivial and commonplace occurrence. One expects he would just shrug his shoulders, say “oh, well” and shift gears to continue on. It is sobering, yet somehow reassuring, that someone so renown and so prolific suffers the same maladies as the rest of us.

But the portion of the interview that I found the most enlightening for me personally was his answer to the question of whether writing the novel or writing short stories presented differing problems to him. His response was a revelation and highlighted of one of the difficulties with my chosen form, the novel. I have never considered myself a short story writer. My excuse is that a short story doesn’t provide enough space to fully expand my idea. But that additional space has proven to be an obstacle for me. Bradbury, an avowed short story writer, made the point succinctly; “The novel is also hard to write in terms of keeping your love intense.” I get excited about a character, an idea, a situation, and I start out strong. But, sadly, I am fickle. It has proven to be very difficult to sustain the excitement, the love, over the longer period of time necessary to produce a novel or even a novella. In writing long form, I frequently find I have taken myself “out of the action” or out of my protagonist’s head and spend much of the time “finding my way home”. I’m sure that immediacy is, at least, part of the answer, finding a way to keep myself in the story from day to day. I am going to experiment with treating a couple of chapters as a short story to see if that will help me retain the intensity.

I don’t however, agree with Bradbury’s opinion of the Kindle. Yes, I like the tactile feel of books, the smell, the covers. I somehow, in my travels, came up with British first edition of “The Martian Chronicles” which is beautiful and which I wouldn’t trade for anything. But I remember going on camping trips when I was younger with an extra suitcase to hold my reading material… And much later, when my eyesight began to go, struggling to make out the words in paperbacks. My Kindle Touch has 975 books on it and fits in my purse. And I can change the type size!! What did I do before my Kindle?? Of course, there is still a place for good old fashioned books, I agree. I have five bookcases full of them.

Saturday, November 21, 2015

From G+ : Today @ Taylor Mountain doubles. It was Chris Sweet with an assist from a friendly rock on Hole Two!…

From Google+ : Today @ Taylor Mountain doubles. It was Chris Sweet with an assist from a friendly rock on Hole Two!! Sob–one more Ace Pot bites the dust. Like the gent he is, he split the $250 with his partner…whatta guy.

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