GIFTING & NaNo

A month and three days since my fall and everything seems to be functioning. No coffee since mid-October. sigh I cut back on salt. Cut wine from 30 glasses/ month to 2. I did not stop running after the Bridge Crossing—ran yesterday on schedule. I am typing without pain on my new Mac. I am hoping to find an actual doctor in Portland. The crows are flocking in our eastern view from the condo. I have resisted ordering yarn on sale or fabric from Liberty of London. I have enough. And November was National Novel Writing Month.

The sky, the sky, and the sky.
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LETTING GO & 50k for NaNo

This morning I passed 50,000 words on NaNo. I’ve given up on the plan to stitch ornaments to go in the holiday cards. We stayed home last weekend and I was supposed to be stuffing squashes and making applesauce this afternoon. Instead I spent four hours recreating the emergency manual for our condo because I only had the pdf and could not figure out how to revise it. So the document got another complete edit, which is a good thing, and I sent a brand new pdf off to the man who did most all the original work. And I looked up photos of my classes.

Weaving during the opening of the textile show last month at Cannon Beach Arts Association Gallery. A former student bought the one I am weaving in this photo, thank you, Josh. Gary wants credit for the photo. Thank you, Gary.
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THANKS GIVING and NaNo

NOTE: I should be working on fiction just now, but one of my shawls found a home far away from here, I am reminded of thankfulness, and I’m sharing an assignment I enjoyed doing myself over and over again.

My husband Gary worked in and managed a farmers’ cooperative for over nineteen years. It was a United Grocers store, but as manager he brought in products from many vendors. It’s been twenty-five years since he left that job, but he still has an eye for the way stores are stocked. When I ask him to pick up a particular product, he looks for the UPC number [the barcode] to be certain he gets exactly hat I want. While we were waiting for servicing on our car, I walked into a Hispanic grocery in Hillsboro. Even I knew he would admire the produce. It took some coaxing to convince him “you have to see this” because he wanted to get back to the car. He declared it wonderful. The whole store made him smile.

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TROUBLE & NaNo

Janet Sobel (May 31, 1893 – November 11, 1968), born Jennie Olechovsky, was a Ukrainian-born American Abstract Expressionist painter whose career started mid-life, at age forty-five[2] in 1938. Sobel pioneered the drip painting technique that directly influenced Jackson Pollock. She was credited as exhibiting the first instance of all-over painting seen by Clement Greenberg, a notable art critic.”—Wikipedia

When her father was killed in a pogrom, she, with her midwife mother and siblings immigrated to the United States. Here she married quite young, raised five children, and began painting at age 37. In the following years she created a revolutionary way to paint and to approach painting.

This morning I read an essay promoting a new book by Noah Charney, “the internationally best-selling author of more than a dozen books.” His essay, “Drip Painting Was Actually Invented by a Ukrainian Grandmother… Not Jackson Pollock” arrived today as a blurb from Lit Hub.

Two problems with this. The easy one; I did in fact know Janet Sobel’s name, though I am inclined to misspell it and like generations of students taking Art History in college we never studied a single female painter. The stickier issue is that a someone already wrote this essay.

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READING BETWEEN THE LINES Day 6/NaNo

The day before yesterday, I attended Portland Book Festival 2023. I heard two discussions, toured both floors of booths, talked to a couple of editors, met an interesting woman, and didn’t get very wet in the rain.

Sometimes the sky is too amazing.
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PELICANS & DAY TWO

1:50am. The power blinked off and back on a few minutes ago. We were already awakened by the gale blowing harsh music through the eaves. It must be November.

We’re wondering about the pelicans. There are a dozen fishing just offshore. In the past twenty years, we’ve often had pelicans around for months. The confusing bit is that it’s November. Pelicans should be long gone by now. There’s something else too.

Typical surf, most days since June.
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NaNoWriMo 2023

I have set everything else aside, because November is for writing.

Designing the cover is something I could do before this morning. The other was opening a file where I would begin typing. The title is from the first story I will revise for the collection.

I tend to wake too early, but today I slept more than seven hours after an early night, and was ready to write before six. I was so anxious to begin. Two thousand and some words each day will get me to my goal. Every day for the thirty days of November.

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