I may not be in tip-top writing form but I did decide I needed to get some bookish mojo back and what better way than to go to an author event. I haven’t been to one in 8 months so when I saw that Paula McLain was going to be at a local store I knew it was serendipity, because I loved her book. I liked The Paris Wife but I loved Circling the Sun.
I’m so glad I went. McLain is a charming raconteur who breaks the book event mold by not reading from the book she’s promoting. Instead, she talks about it, her writing process, and most especially, about Beryl Markham and how she came to find her as her next novel. It was easily one of the most social events I’ve attended thanks to McLain’s humor and gracious style. Her publicist had sent her the link to my review so she knew me, which is mind boggling, as I consider authors to be rock stars and why they should know anything about my tiny self is beyond me, but what fun! If she is coming anywhere near you, not only should you go see her but you really ought to read the book (I know, I’m getting aggressive about it).
Finally, thank you to everyone who commented on my last post. The kindness is much appreciated- especially because I know that everyone has things going on in their lives. Sometimes we can cope and sometimes we need to step back. I have thought about it and have decided that insofar as the renovation has been a new unwieldy presence, another, more insidious fact is that we moved two years ago and have never been able to fully unpack our belongings. I’m a creature of habit and need a certain amount of organization—of knowing where my things are (even if it is knowing that they are under a stack of papers on my desk) and digging through boxes takes up an inordinate amount of headspace for me. Finally, getting to unpack them would seem like nirvana, yes? Well, yes and no. It is daunting to see piles of cartons (11 labeled ‘Catherine’s books’) and look at our new space and realize it’s all got to find a home. So, as the renovation winds down there is the pleasure of rediscovering the things that soothe and bring joy but there is also the ‘where should this go?’ as we settle into a smaller home. It makes my brain feel stuttery and confused because for me, organization and creativity can’t co-exist. I need one in order to have the other. I’m working to get it all unpacked, put away, labeled, and organized, so my brain can relax and fill back up with words about books. And look, I’m making strides already with the important things!