Can you believe it's the last Tuesday of the month already? (Extra points if you can you name the month.) Time is creeping along and shooting forward at the same time. But I come with good news! Tidal Flats has won two more awards—the 14th Annual National Indie Excellence Award in Fiction & in Book Cover Design: Fiction, Jack Martin, designer. And I’m having loads of fun doing Zoom Book Club events so email if you’re interested.
Cal and I had a mini Humphrey Bogart film festival. Thumbs up on The African Queen. Just the right amount of humor and romance and adventure. If I get thirty minutes to myself, I sneak in an episode of Deadwind, one of the Finnish crime dramas that I love with piles of snow everywhere (& subtitles).
On a bookshelf upstairs, I found one of the kids' copies (actually, turns out it belonged to someone named Ward) of Zora Neale Hurston’s Their Eyes Were Watching God, which somehow, I had never read. And it’s wonderful. Here’s an except I saved.
Times and scenes like that put Janie to thinking about the inside state of her marriage. Time came when she fought back with her tongue as best she could, but it didn’t do her any good. It just made Joe do more. … The spirit of the marriage left the bedroom and took to living in the parlor… Janie stood where he left her for unmeasured time and thought. She stood there until something fell off the shelf inside her. Then she went inside there to see what it was.
These days, I look forward to mornings in my study with coffee and my wild beast of a manuscript and to evenings watching something fun and to Sunday brunch—mimosas and tater tots with eggs. My hair is as wild as my manuscript. What’s missing are afternoons in a hammock with a good book—but it’s so hot, I’d have to have a fan blowing straight on me.