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Another Meta Post

Another Meta Post

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Yesterday’s post was meta, as I think about the blog itself in preparation for launching it on a new platform soon. This has been long in the works, and on my mind for years. 

When it comes right down to it, though, I’m finding it difficult to make the leap. Which reminds me of a central truth: change is difficult. This is as true for small decisions — turning right rather than left at the corner when I stroll the neighborhood — as it is for larger ones, like moving a blog of 14 years. 

But change is also essential. More and more so as the years move on, I’ve noticed. 

And so, this Blogspot home will soon be history. I’ll keep you posted as I make the move — and I hope you’ll make it with me. Don’t worry. It will take a few days. These things always do. 

Monetization?

Monetization?

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For class I’m re-reading the excellent novel Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. I’m highlighting many passages, in part for a presentation I’ll give in a few weeks, but also because I enjoy the observations and the prose.

Yesterday I was highlighting for an entirely different reason, and I was laughing as I did. The main character of the novel, Ifemelu, a young Nigerian-American, starts a blog where she muses on racial topics. In short order the blog becomes so popular and so profitable that she’s able to buy a home in Baltimore’s Roland Park. 

Granted, Americanah was published in 2013, much earlier in blogging’s history. I suppose its current earning power might be equivalent to that made by YouTube influencers. But still, I had to smile. I’ve never expected my blog to earn a penny — and it hasn’t! 

Testing, Testing…

Testing, Testing…

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This is a test post. It’s a way for me to wade slowly into the waters of this new site.

I don’t imagine I’ll keep this post up for long. But it will let me understand if what I type in this block will appear on the page.

Change isn’t easy. Seems like I’m reminded of this every day. One of these days I’ll have to make the switch in earnest. I’m thinking it will be soon.

Real Heroes

Real Heroes

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I’ve become a newspaper skimmer these days, checking headlines, reading a few stories and largely ignoring the rest. That I’m reading a hard-copy newspaper at all makes me a dinosaur, so the fact that I’m not always reading every article from start to finish is hardly jaw-dropping news. 

Sometimes, though, an article I only meant to skim draws me in to such an extent that I keep on reading even when I should be doing something else. 

Such was the case last night when, as I was heading to bed, a headline caught my eye: “The Canary.” Maybe because I like birds, maybe because the photograph of a mineshaft piqued my curiosity since I spent some time in one last month. 

The article tells the story of Chris Mark, a mine-safety engineer and the winner of a “Sammie” award for excellence in public service. From the sound of it, no individual has done more to keep miners safe than Mark has. Not that he’d tell you this himself. The man is humble to a fault.

No way can I do this riveting story justice; you’ll have to read it for yourself. But don’t do it leaning over the kitchen counter, as I did. Brew yourself a cup of tea, settle into a comfy chair, and peruse it properly. If for no other reason, read it to remind yourself, as author Michael Lewis says, “how many weird problems the United States government deals with at any one time.” And read it to remind yourself that real heroes still walk among us. 

(Graffiti in the Last Chance Mine, Creede, Colorado)

Alive on the Page

Alive on the Page

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I’ve been reading Oliver Sacks’ Everything in its Place: First Loves and Last Tales, a posthumous collection of essays by a master of that form. That he was a master of so much else — neurology, weightlifting, chemistry — ripples out from every page.

Sacks loved to swim, to walk in botanical gardens, to study ferns in Central Park, and the book contains short chapters on these topics and many more, easy explorations in the personal essay form. They move from the particular to the general, are informal and discursive. 

Sacks is most well-known for his book Awakenings, which chronicles his treatment of patients with a rare sleeping sickness, people who had missed whole decades of life then woke up and found themselves once again in the land of the living. 

Awake is how I feel after reading the work of this scientist and writer, gone almost 10 years but alive to me now thanks to this final, exhilarating collection. 

(Sacks’ signature courtesy Wikipedia)

A Gathering of Writers

A Gathering of Writers

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I spent Saturday with 200 other writers at the 2024 Washington Writers Conference. Some of us pitched ideas to agents. Others attended panels. A few of us made sure the day was running smoothly. But all of us were our own writerly selves, and that was, at least for me, why the day was such a tonic.

Writing is a solitary occupation, with much staring at blank pages and screens. It can also be accompanied by self-questioning and doubt: How can I say that better? Should I say that at all? Will anyone read this?

When writers come together they share those questions, which eases those doubts. 

In one of the day’s more memorable lines, James Grady, author of Six Days of the Condor, said, “Writing is a cross between a heroin addiction and the sex drive. It’s a hunger that drives us forward.”

I looked around, and every head in the room was nodding yes.

(Above: Paul Dickson speaks to the crowd after receiving the Washington Independent Review of Books Lifetime Achievement Award. Dickson has written more than 60 nonfiction books. He encouraged attendees to support each other.)

Poetry in Prose

Poetry in Prose

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A salute in prose to National Poetry Month, 30 days devoted to verse, to words dense and encapsulated. It ends today. 

There is, as far as I know, no National Essay Month, no time set aside for the genre I know best, the one which at its root means “to try.”

The essay is the right genre for me, earnest scribbler that I am, and it is, I think, good for many of us. At the very least it’s a genre most of us know. Who hasn’t written a letter or report? Or proofread a college essay?

And so, on this last day of National Poetry Month,  I’m thinking of one of my favorite essays. Read it if you have time — it only takes three minutes — and tell me, is it not poetry in prose?

The Stacks

The Stacks

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I read on today’s Writers Almanac this quotation from Harper Lee, author of To Kill a Mockingbird: “Instant information is not for me. I prefer to search the library stacks because when I work to learn something, I remember it.”

The library stacks … I remember them well. Mine were at the old University of Kentucky library, where I went to research “bureaucracy, the fourth branch of government,” my paper topic for a high school class, Advanced Government and International Relations, taught by Colonel Coleman. (I can’t remember his first name; and was the Colonel a military term or a Kentucky honorific?)

He was an inspiring teacher, and I plunged into the research for that paper as if it were cool water on a hot summer day. It was refreshing, liberating. Hours flew by as I took notes on index cards. 

I made many trips to the library, then wrote the paper longhand and typed it up the old-fashioned way — on a typewriter with Wite Out at my side. It was more than 40 pages, and my friends never stopped ribbing me for the comment, in red ink, at the end: “A scholarly study,” Colonel Coleman had scribbled. 

“Oh yeah, it was scholarly all right. It put him to sleep!” they laughed. 

Maybe it did. But it woke me up. 

Weight of our Words

Weight of our Words

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Last night a few of us gathered to stuff folders for an upcoming writers conference. Though so much is done digitally these days, there often comes a point where the written word has a weight. Not just the weight of the words’ meaning, but an actual, tangible poundage. 

I felt this keenly when I was a magazine writer and editor, and I feel it still whenever I look through my publications, purging some, labeling and storing others. 

Last night we sorted leaflets and tucked them into folders, created name tags and tent cards. By the end of the evening, we had a tidy set of printed materials — and some heavy boxes to lift.

Raking Words

Raking Words

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A new hard-copy journal is always a cause for celebration. I go through several a year, and lately I’ve been using up the ones I have stowed away in my closet. 

The new one is not my usual basic black. It’s royal blue with a whimsical drawing of a formally-attired man (a butler?) raking “leaves” from the bountiful library around him. The drawing is titled Autumn.

Did I buy it for myself? Probably not. If it was a gift, then, I have a couple of people in mind who might have given it me me. They both have a good sense of humor.

Meanwhile, I’m thrilling to the journal’s smooth paper and magnetic-close cover. I’m four pages in; I have a lot of raking still to do.

(“Autumn” © Benoit, licensed by Riley Illustration, published by teNeues Verlag)