“The writing has changed, in your hands, and in a twinkling, from an expression of your notions to an epistemological tool. The new place interests you because it is not clear. You attend. In your humility, you lay down the words carefully, watching all the angles. Now the earlier writing looks soft and careless. Process is nothing; erase your tracks. The path is not the work. I hope tracks have grown over. I hope birds are the crumbs; I hope you will toss it all and not look back.” Annie Dillard.
However, as we told you, we’ve been dealing with so much ‘crap,’ I feel like a stable hand on a farm–or like trying out my so-called ‘stable hand’ on a poker game.
I usually dismiss the constant problems and take to reading novels voraciously. I’m finishing a novel again today (The Fey by @ClaudiaC), which is a dilly and a half. I started a year or two ago and am now on the third read. Claudia Hall Christian is a fine writer and has so authored so many books, I don’t know if I can read them all. What I do know is that when I read a book I love, I usually re-read it several times, holding up my Too Be Read stack (TBR) another bit of time. When I can’t really savour every word properly, I abandon that to a hobby.
I play No-Limit Texas Hold’em with play money at various sites. My friend and I love it because we get to choose which character we want to be – a tarty wench with a sultry voice or an incredibly annoying man from Lithuania whose manner of speaking drives people NUTS. Most won’t even play when that character’s at the table, so when I take on his persona, it’s to distract other players from their game. Another tool we have to accomplish this feat is chatter. While playing poker, we start up conversations with other players via something like text messaging.
We don’t always try to mess up other people’s concentration (to make our Royal Flush, the top way to win). We’ve met some nice people through our games. For instance, she and I regularly chat with a woman named Orla who works at a pub in London and hails from Belfast. I’ve made friends with people from Brisbane, Holland, Germany, Wales, Slovakia, and even some locals in B.C. It’s good clean fun and I love it. I’d never play for real money. I want the skills and whenever they have another Second Annual Women’s Poker Tournament, I want to win a seat there. You can win seats by your online logs of how you play. That is all I could do when I first got home—that, and sleep. I was sick from exhaustion, and not having time to take proper care of myself.
Anyway, I guess I’ll stop here.
Big bear hugs to all of you.