From yesterday..
That was then, this is now. I almost finished my lbog when the battery needed re-charging
When I came beck, new copy was gone.
Aarrgh!
It was too late last night to do anything about it, so i waited until today.
I had thrown out the papers with the stuff I used. Thinking it over, I can do better than that. That’s what happens when you rewrite. Remember Beckett’s command—Fail better.
So, where was I?
I remember I read something about diaries, that they seem to be published by younger people now: childrens’ books or young adult advice (??) books. Are older people like me (really old) spending ourselves in shooting off Facebook thoughts or Instagram moments or Blogweb lines, leaving nothing behind for our families to read or remember us by?
I gave the title of a book about mourning. Forget that. We each have our own ways and they change as we do as long as we live, which is a comfort.
Did I say something about Obstacles? Stimulating, provocative, useful, but not guaranteed to make us better writers if, indeed, we are writers to begin with. Don’t stub your toe.
Here’s a new note, more like an assignment than a tweaker: See what a dime will buy these days. You can think about it as you go about your errands, but don’t tell us.
Another book: Old Age Is Another Country: A Traveler’s Guide, by Page Smith, Amazon.com: Books. I’ve covered that in my book, Endings: A Book for Almost Everyone, so I don’t want to write a blog about it.
.No more.