Just for Ashley; a catch up post since it's been all poems all the time this month...
A. I am making good progress on the first draft of the new novel (working title: The Tornado Year). I have organized it in a fashion entirely new to me. I was struggling with what felt like the same ole same ole set up when I started reading a book that changed how I think about storytelling. I try to post what I am reading each Friday, via Twitter. On one particular friday, I did so and won a book. Girlchild by Tupelo Hassman. The writing in her novel is exquisite. It reminded me of why I love to write so much. Charles Baudelaire said, "Always be a poet, even in prose," and that is what Ms. Hassman did with Girlchild. A lightbulb flashed in my brain. Why have I been divorcing who I am as a poet from who I am as a novelist? Not that I am writing the book in poetic form, but I am trusting my instinct in a way I never have before. I hope that bodes well for this book's success somewhere down the line.
B. My teeth have, for the last few years, began a revolt. Currently, one of my back teeth is trying to crawl into my brain and devour my flesh from the inside out. It is, needless to say, quite painful. I saw my dentist today, and he referred me to a specialist for this root canal, because the roots are curved. The appointment is NEXT WEEK, so I am stuck with this traitorous tooth for a while longer. I have antibiotics and pain pills. The pain pills do not seem to be doing much. I swallow one and it settles into my stomach where it makes me feel slightly sick and then proceeds to ignore the excruciating pain I have sent it to kill. All in all, a very bad assassin.
C. We took care of newborn kittens today. I christened them Fred and George, since they were gingers. I hope whoever ends up with them keeps their names. But, most of the world won't catch the reference. Silly muggles. Their mommy had abandoned them, so I bottle-fed them and cuddled them and am currently wearing their poop. It was just like having human babies again.
D. My youngest has a stomach bug. I discovered him asleep on the couch when I came downstairs at four this morning. Yes. Four. See explanation B. There is probably a trip to the doctor in our future.
E. Corey was part of a wedding last weekend. It is surreal, all of these kids getting married. KIDS. Well, they were kids when we met them. It makes me feel a bit old, all these weddings. Corey also got to spend a few hours with Savannah, while he was in Alabama. He was thrilled. They spent the majority of the time just talking. She is growing up so fast. Just one more year and she will be a TEENAGER.
F. We are taking baby steps on a healthy eating journey. I made homemade yogurt pops with real fruit in them last night. I also cooked a meal with Quinoa. It wasn't bad. I am not 100% sold on it, but I will definitely try a couple more recipes with it. I have been cooking more veggies and eating more raw fruit. I am also letting them finish the last of their granola bars and then switching them entirely to healthy snack options. I am keeping nuts in the house, and I am watching the clearance shelves at Kroger in an effort to try new things for less money. We will be testing Haydn for food sensitivities. The test came in the mail today, but I am waiting for Corey. Pricking my own kid's finger makes me nervous.
G. Speaking of G, my new BFF is G. K. Chesterton. A Chesterton scholar spoke at Corey's seminary and my lovely husband brought me books. I had heard of GK. Actually, upon further research, I realized a ton of my favorite quotes are attributed to him. I started reading his essays, and the very first one was about optimism... relentless optimism, which immediately put me in mind of Elizabeth Esther and the shirt I won from her blog. I have to admit, I had almost quit reading Christian books. Most of what I have picked up bores me. I realize that makes me sound very arrogant, and I don't intend to be. I just felt like I was sipping a bottle when I really wanted steak. GK? He's steak. A big beefy cut of the best steak I have ever eaten. I wish he were alive, so I could be his stalker and then we could be best friends, and we would write letters and wear those half-heart Best Friend necklaces. Cause I love him. A lot.
H. I am feeling queasy now. Stupid pain meds.