a little hello

We are back in Vancouver.  Will comes home tomorrow and we are very excited, as we have missed him enormously.

My writing seems to be getting a little steam under it’s belt, and words (for the time being) are coming a little easier.  It was a good thing, cutting back on my daily chats with all of you, even though I missed it.  I got a lot done on the manuscript.  Have quite a bit more to go, but I’ve broken the back of the halfway hump and do not feel as if I am in the middle of a great dark tunnel with no end in sight. 

My sister, Suzanne and her boy will be arriving for a few nights, and I am really looking forward to long chats and walks and tea.

And Dave is coming and bringing someone special and I hope that she likes me and doesn’t find me too odd.  I mean, I know I am a little bit, but hopefully she’ll look at it in a oh-well-of-course-that’s-Dave’s-mum accepting kind of way.  Not a run-for-the-hills way.  I saw a picture of her and she looks really nice.

Don’s finishing up his beloved Richard Ford novel, The Lay of the Land.  He’s loving it, and I am living vicariously through his perusal of it.  I am relegated to reading mostly short stories when I am working on a manuscript, because, with really good writers, I get worried that their themes or style will rub off and I will subconscious change course, mid-stream.  So, I’ve been reading Richard Ford, A Multitude of Sins, short story collection, as well as a little Tobias Wolff.  We went to a reading and talk of his at this wonderful bookstore in Corte Madera called Book Passages and both Don and I got so invigorated by listening to Tobias Wolff read his stories and talk about writing that we wanted to pull up stakes and go sit at his feet and learn everything we possible could from him.  Of course we’d have to get into the impossibly difficult to get into ____(I can’t remember the name of the program, I just know that hoping to get in is like spitting in the air and expecting it to down a moose.) And then if one of us got accepted and the other didn’t...well, that wouldn’t be good for the old marriage now would it?

Anyway, he’s only got a couple of pages left, so, I think I’ll go upstairs and abscond with the last few droplets of toothpaste.  There are so many things that we have let fall by the wayside in the last few weeks in our dash to get all our words on the page. 

Sweet dreams everyone. 

Posted by Meg Tilly on Friday, August 15, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

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