A Beautiful Little Room of My Own
Gentle readers, the electricians left this morning. My new office has walls, a door (with a lock), lights, and the Internet. I'm so happy. Photos soon.
It awaits paint and a floor. Oh, and furniture. But it's standing, and I love it.
Thanks so much to whoever nominated one of my blog posts as "Best Writing Advice" for Jane Friedman's blog at Writer's Digest. The titles of all 20 blog posts look fascinating and useful; link to the list here. What a nice surprise, to be in such good company. Thank you!
If you live in Lincoln and need to buy some gifts (or spoil yourself), shop tomorrow, Saturday the 24th, at Ten Thousand Villages in the Haymarket. Ten Thousand Villages is an amazing enterprise, period, but tomorrow, ten percent of their profits tomorrow go to Voices of Hope, a center that helps survivors of domestic violence and sexual assault. So get your shop on and do some good. Thanks, Ariana, for the heads-up.
I'm very excited to have received, just yesterday, an acceptance from Indiana Review of my creative nonfiction piece "Hip Joints." It's about sexual harassment and strip mining in West Virginia in the '80s, when I was a high school senior and my boss at the factory hadn't yet heard of women's rights. (Pre-Anita Hill, sexual harassment wasn't a term very many people anywhere knew, and it sure hadn't trickled down to rural Appalachia back when I was sixteen.) "Hip Joints" (which are what we manufactured at the factory, but you can see the possibilities) is an ecofeminist piece that also incorporates issues of ethnicity. I'm happy that it's going to have an audience soon.
Here at UNL, there's one week left in the semester, and it's total crazy-time. Students are writing their final papers, and graduate students are defending their theses and dissertations and taking oral exams--which means we professors should really have cloned ourselves by now to handle it all. Somewhat counterintuitively, I've taken to revising a chapter of THE DESIRE PROJECTS every morning before the work-day starts. (I had been revising one chapter a week, and calling it good.) This makes me much happier. I can go around blithely, knowing I've paid my dues to writing first.
In other news, my Little Sister Amara turned 16 this week, my marriage to the HH turned 15, and Grey is counting down the days until his college graduation. Spring is always such an exciting time. And damn, it's good not to have to wear a coat everywhere!
It awaits paint and a floor. Oh, and furniture. But it's standing, and I love it.
Thanks so much to whoever nominated one of my blog posts as "Best Writing Advice" for Jane Friedman's blog at Writer's Digest. The titles of all 20 blog posts look fascinating and useful; link to the list here. What a nice surprise, to be in such good company. Thank you!
If you live in Lincoln and need to buy some gifts (or spoil yourself), shop tomorrow, Saturday the 24th, at Ten Thousand Villages in the Haymarket. Ten Thousand Villages is an amazing enterprise, period, but tomorrow, ten percent of their profits tomorrow go to Voices of Hope, a center that helps survivors of domestic violence and sexual assault. So get your shop on and do some good. Thanks, Ariana, for the heads-up.
I'm very excited to have received, just yesterday, an acceptance from Indiana Review of my creative nonfiction piece "Hip Joints." It's about sexual harassment and strip mining in West Virginia in the '80s, when I was a high school senior and my boss at the factory hadn't yet heard of women's rights. (Pre-Anita Hill, sexual harassment wasn't a term very many people anywhere knew, and it sure hadn't trickled down to rural Appalachia back when I was sixteen.) "Hip Joints" (which are what we manufactured at the factory, but you can see the possibilities) is an ecofeminist piece that also incorporates issues of ethnicity. I'm happy that it's going to have an audience soon.
Here at UNL, there's one week left in the semester, and it's total crazy-time. Students are writing their final papers, and graduate students are defending their theses and dissertations and taking oral exams--which means we professors should really have cloned ourselves by now to handle it all. Somewhat counterintuitively, I've taken to revising a chapter of THE DESIRE PROJECTS every morning before the work-day starts. (I had been revising one chapter a week, and calling it good.) This makes me much happier. I can go around blithely, knowing I've paid my dues to writing first.
In other news, my Little Sister Amara turned 16 this week, my marriage to the HH turned 15, and Grey is counting down the days until his college graduation. Spring is always such an exciting time. And damn, it's good not to have to wear a coat everywhere!
fayepoet said:
Way to go.. a room of your own! Now comes the fun of the aesthetic choices— paint, floor, furniture.
April 27, 2010 2:33 AMYou continue to inspire-- up early every day to revise The Desire Projects-- which I desire to read! Go, Joy!
We are in full bloom spring here-- lots of purple in my garden-- azalea,lilacs.
Happy Anniversary!