To all my family & friends who have visited, called/messaged and especially tolerated my doped-up rambling, thank you.
This is a post about other posts. I’m recovering well from surgery, but I have to limit my time on the computer or it starts generating nausea-inducing special effects. Also, I’m re-reading David Foster Wallace’s A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again and his writing humbles me to the point of paralysis. Further justification for my laziness: while this blogging thing is wonderful, too often posts appear and disappear like calendar pages flipping by in old-timey movie montage of time passing. I wish some would stick around longer.
I had my first blogging anniversary while I was recovering, and looking back at posts from last year, there are two that stand out for me:
You Know Where You Are? You’re In The Jungle, Baby : This helped me forget that it’s February in MN for a few (much needed) minutes.
The Vargus Debacle of 2010: On dolphins and other dangerous dashboard creatures. And how funny Urban is.
They were both written around and about the time we went to Belize, which makes me wonder if we should be thinking about a vacation. You know, for the sake of my writing.
I can make sacrifices for my art
But true love is better than a vacation. Urban wrote a moving and romantic post about my illness and his experience as a caregiver (he also threw in some helpful post-surgery care tips). Isn’t he sweet? Yeah, and more than that …
He’s trouble
By turns funny, sweet and troublesome (i.e. perfect), lately Urban has just been really supportive. Not only with the surgery stuff, either.
I have an article at the Huffington Post that I’m very proud of, and not only for the obvious reasons. It’s the first thing I’ve submitted to the HuffPo that wasn’t self-consciously written for the HuffPo. Like, I just wrote it because I was going to fucking implode with rage if I didn’t. Deciding to send it in to my editor came later, and after some deliberation over how much of myself I really want to share with the public.
There a lot more to say about all of that, but that is a post for anther day. I’m tired and the screen is getting all wiggly.
Thanks for the love, y’all.
After living through the Vargas Debacle of 2010, all I can say is: Never Again.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the kind words. The HuffPost piece was brave and gutsy, just like the rest of you. We'll have to see if we can plan a non-NOLA getaway, for the sake of your art, of course.