where was I?

 Identity crisis used to be a popular phrase describing a state  people found themselves in when facing a stressful situation - before stress was the in-word, more easily classified and measured .  An identity crisis applied to a midlife crisis: move to another city or country, retirement, divorce, and so on - major events that didn't happen too often.  Easy to see why it had to be replaced, or proliferated. When I had four young chlldren, the youngest challenged, while I was challenged as the unpaid hostess/cook/chatelaine for my husband's position, all the while trying to reserve some time to write, I used to say I had an identity crisis every week, much more frequently than the accepted norm, if such a state was normal. It is now. Or it is if it hasn't fallen out of favour. As I say stress is much more common these days.  Not to me.  I didn't have a stressful day today; I had three identity crises.  

Oh dear. I've come this far and I don't want to talk about it any more.

So.

Did you have a nice day today?  Actually I don't care. I don't want to talk about that, either. 

Instead, I'll tap dance a little and tell you that Jack Reacher and Qi Gong have taught me how to fall asleep instantly.  I am a great fan of Jack Reacher, the thriller hero created by the writer, Lee Child.  Big Jack doesn't carry but he fights. After pumping adrenaline in a  hand-to-hand battle, he'll settle for the night, taking three breaths and falling asleep.  I was impressed. And then I discovered Qigong, "a holistic system of coordinated body posture and movement, breathing, and meditation used for health, spirituality, and martial arts training."  i took a course last winter and among other things I learned its technique of breathing,  lower and upper. 

Take a big breath in, from your stomach, to  a count of four. Hold your breath to a count of four and then exhale slowly, to four. Do the same from your chest, with the magic number.  

That's all. Three of those and I fall asleep even in mid-day for my half-hour nap (complete with REM). No stress.

 

review

I have only about 200 pages left in Black Eagle Grey Falcon (Rebecca West), and I am still loving it, and I am still gathering up more words to look up - coming soon. And I am coming to the end of my screenwriting course, not sure how much longer it will be, another week maybe?  Ongoing homework and angst.  But I am beginning to catch up with the backlog of books I keep acquiring  and reading - eventually.

I just finished Strange Shores (2010 Reykjavik and then 2013, 2014) by Arnaldur Indriðason (tr. Victoria Cribb).  I've read a number of books by this writer, considered by many to be the king of Icelandic crime fiction. His approach is painstaking like that of his protagonist, Detective Erlendur.  It seems slow and unexciting but he builds his cases with patience and details until the suspense is killing even when you guess what is going to happen next, but only just. You've been manipulated to that point, and then you have to move along patiently until the discovery and the conclusion - just as you thought.  This time there is a larger, more final conclusion and a deeply emotional closure. i think it is one of Indriðason's best.

Next up are two historical thrillers by Jane Thynne (1961), given to me by my partner, Carolyn Gossage, for me to pick up ambience from the WWII era to enrich my take on the screenplay I am writing based on her wonderful non-fiction book, The Accidental Captives.  I'm a bee buzzing from flower to flower, no time to stop. But I have to finish my current course screenplay.  

And I have to watch the Blue Jays game.