|3/52: Post swim class warm-up with blankies and vanilla milk.|
On the one hand, I wish I had a better portrait for this week. On the other, this iPhone snapshot really does do our week justice. It is gritty, blurry, glassy-eyed, and struggling to find composition. We are freezing cold up here! The high today was something like 10 degF, and we're getting a snowstorm tonight.
Here is how winter goes for us Dixie folk: the first snow is capital eff FUN!; the second is, you know, still pretty fun; the third is meh; and the forth is OMG. We have currently entered the OMG period, and it is only January.
|Yay for snowman snow!|
In that vein, we have brought up the gnarly old cat tree from the basement to the living room to help our poor cat keep warm. This smaller move is part of a larger overall winter trend; in January, form does truly follow function.
But I didn't come here just to complain. In bright-side news, I am kicking around the idea of writing a memoir-type collection of stories of my family; some might call this collection a "book," but on this subject I am staying breezy, so I'll just stick with "collection." I've been longing for some time now to gather my thoughts on parenting, and my grandmothers collectively have some amazing stories and thoughts on this subject, so what I want to do is combine the two. My grandmother (the recipient of this letter) is helpfully encouraging me to pursue this idea by agreeing to share her stories and editor's eye; she also bought me this course through Colby College, so I'll let you know how it goes.
Whenever I have a free moment, these days I'm at the library perusing volumes on literary nonfiction, creative nonfiction, narrative nonfiction, and whatever other terms could potentially describe what I want to write. I'm also still reading and loving Bird by Bird. Anyone have other books they like about writing? As you know, I love to read nearly as much as I love to write.
I am, xoxo, etc,