This week has been an emotional rollercoaster and my body’s feeling it. At one of my lowest points this week, a friend walked me through an exercise I walk her through when she’s down (borrowed from the closest thing to a journaling exercise that I do on the regular). What’s good today, Joanne? It’s a question you ask yourself even while in the middle of it. It has the effect of re-focusing your thoughts outside of the moment and reminding you that the moment is but a moment and this too will pass. I’ve found that even on the worst days, it is possible to pull up an answer to this question…even if it means reaching and reaching…and pulling that answer out of your ass. Turns out I didn’t have to reach as far as I thought I would given how life had sideswiped me that day. I was making progress on a writing project – it was the first thing I did that day actually and though it seemed like a long time ago, it happened. I finished Trevor Noah’s Born a Crime – okay, I blogged how since it was an audio read and not a book read, which was new to me, I didn’t feel like I’d really read it but I was happy to have done whatever I did it and recc’d it to her enthusiastically. Oh and there was that Wadadli I paused to drink on my way to dealing with that thing, and it mellowed me out. I slowed my steps down because I didn’t want to rush it and my thoughts turned …okay, this is what it is, now what’re we going to do…by the time I reached there I didn’t have all the answers but I didn’t feel as hopeless because I was starting to work my way through possibilities again (and that’s the nature of hope isn’t it, that click between well fuck it and okay now what). Life stays trying to break us but we stay moving and because the bad things demand so much attention, we sometimes miss the good things. And one of the best things about that day was that friend on the other side of the line.
That bit of Sunday reflection is my contribution to the Sunday Post; now on to the books and things.
As noted, Born A Crime (audio version because I still plan to read it) – read my review here. I also added some older reviews that I’m still transferring from my old My Space bit by bit (also given the platform they’re taken from they tend to be little mini-bite reviews but hopefully you’ll get the gist). They are Emerald Isle of Adventure by Rachel Collis, Friends and Lovers by Eric Jerome Dickey, What Yellow Sounds Like by Linda Susan Jackson, and Whitehorn Woods by Maeve Binchy.
Michelle over at In Libris Veritas blogged in her Sunday Post about mental exhaustion and how it can affect the reading (and I might add sleeping, and writing, and life) and I feel her. That’s definitely a factor this recent however long with how ever little reading it feels like I’m getting done. But you know what, I’m not trying to wrack up numbers with this reading but experiences. So I’m going to re-set my mind on that (I don’t need another thing to feel like I’m failing at, certainly not something that’s supposed to be fun). So, going forward I’m going to discuss not just what I’ve finished but what I’ve made progress on – in both cases while riding the bus, so maybe I need to ride the bus more. A Brief History of Seven Killings by Marlon James is one. I swear I go through waves with this book, this was a good wave. The other was, damn I can’t remember the name now but it’s a fantasy about a girl whose parents are killed by a plague and who is adopted by a violent religious order in which she becomes one of their main priestess until their snake god (I think) tells her she needs to marry this king in order to prevent…an apocalypse (that’s kind of described like the urukai storming Helm’s Deep)…or something like that. I’m kinda going through the motions with this one at this stage but I haven’t closed the book on it yet. Those are the two books that I dipped in to this week.
This week I blogged about the Oscars – do stop by and fight me, and shared my contribution to Rumpus.com letters for kids series which I did in support of my book With Grace…and the mango.
The writing Challenge I run here in Antigua took off this week literally, with entries starting to come in as soon as the deadline was announced – and before we were really set up to process them (it’s been that kind of year, but we press on and the eager response is an indication of why). If you’re Antiguan or Barbudan and you’re reading this you have until February 28th 2018 to submit, details here; if you’re not and you want to learn more about Wadadli Pen and contribute in some way (yes, we accept books as prizes), look us up here, and for more on Antigua and Barbuda, start here.
My favourite client note this week (between course/workshops, mentoring/coaching, and redrafting/editing) read, in part, “I really appreciate your comments. I must confess that I am learning a lot”, from someone several continents away. The work continues.
My favourite (and only…lol) reader review this week read, in part, “This is a very sweet story about home, family and friendship that any child is bound to enjoy.” That was posted to Amazon about my Arctic seal named Dolphin and the jellyfish named Coral that befriends him in Lost! A Caribbean Sea Adventure. Fingers crossed that the writing continues.
Have a good Sunday and a Sunday-like week, everyone.
Books Mentioned in This Post
p.s. why does that EJD cover have me feeling nostalgic for those 90s era (Terry McMillan-esque) urban-art type covers. I mean, they kinda became ubiquitous but they were sort of genre-defining.
p.p.s. these are two additional covers sitting in my inbox amidst a half-remembered memory to shout them out as new releases by authors in groups I belong to. That’s all I got I haven’t read them, I don’t even have copies of them yet, but in the spirit of doing on to others as you would like done for you, I’m sharing the covers of The Stall Keeper and Matt O’Higgins and the Mystery of Hamburg Street. The Serpent Bride is the book mentioned earlier in the post sans name and The Last Black Unicorn by Tiffany Haddish is mentioned in my Oscars post.