One Lonely Blogging Hour

I’ve given myself one hour to blog, and that includes posting on my other site. I had intended to post at least five little gems a week on each; I’m going to excuse myself with headaches. It’s true, actually. I’ve been having headaches for a week now, barely restrained migraines that creep up on me unawares.

Have you ever noticed that real life is a distraction to the writing life? I had to make 17 quarts of applesauce, four racks of dried apples, dinner, and a ruckus when my husband kept blocking the Ciaran Hinds Persuasion that I was trying really hard to distract myself with.

It’s time to go to bed, I think. I can’t deal with this world any longer. Do you think God ever says anything like that? I hope not. I’ll bet he doesn’t have a stack of books by his bed, but I can’t be certain. King Solomon wrote in Psalm 127 (it was a song written for the king, at least): so he gives his beloved sleep. I suppose sleep is a gift, and he doesn’t need it for himself.

What books are you keeping by your bedside? I know I have readers out there. They just don’t like to comment, even when I ask such nice questions. The question of books by the bed is a fascinating one because they could be books the reader is attempting to read, has read too many times to count, or is wondering from whence they came.

I’m going to run into my room and have a quick peek. Here is my stack:

200 Budget Smart Home Designs (Home Planners, Inc.–will be building a house soon)
The Missouri Review
Poetry (the magazine)
The Umbrella Man and other stories (Roald Dahl)
a very tattered King James Bible
Upside Down, Inside Out (Monica McInerney)
Black Dogs (Ian McEwan)
Saturday (Ian McEwan)
Fanny Hill (John Cleland–very embarrassing, but fascinating)
Nowhere Near the Sea of Cortez (Jim Harris)
The Total Woman (Marabel Morgan–highly entertaining)
Don Quixote (Cervantes)

p.s. I chose Saturday for my image because, well, I wish it were Saturday. Plus, it’s Ian McEwan!

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2 comments

  1. I'm impressed with your list. Mine, not so impressive

    Books by my bedside:

    Love as a Way of Life (and devotional) by Gary Chapman

    Just finished a book by TL Higley about The Lighthouse in Alexandria (Can't remember the title but it was good)

    THe silent Gift by Michael Landon, Jr. I'll be reviewing and giving away copies and interviewing him. WHat should I ask?

    And because I'm attempting to write a historical romance:

    Sandhill Dreams by Cara Putman

    Courting the Doctor's Daughter by Janet Dean

  2. I don't think my list is more impressive. Fanny Hill is, frankly, just 18th C pornography. It's been sitting by my bed for a long time because I can't make it all the way through w/o being horrified. Don Quixote–well, in college I studied British Enlightenment and Spanish more than any other subjects. Cervantes is more baroque era, but still fits in my interests–and he's hilarious. Ian McEwan is simply one of my favorite authors–McInerney is just mindless chick lit.
    What era of history are you writing in? I'm partial to the 18th C!
    Ugh, got to get back to work!

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