I just came back from a visit with family in California. The temperatures were in the 90s during the day, which is a bit hotter than we’re used to in my part of the country. Thankfully, temperature-wise, we went into San Francisco for a day and toured the SF Modern Museum of Modern Art, where we saw a lovely and stimulating series of exhibitions on American Abstractionist art, on various periods in Andy Worhol’s art (have you ever seen his early commercial art? It’s amazing), some fun Alexander Calder mobile and stabile art (Seattle has his “Eagle” piece on exhibit in the Waterfront Sculpture Park), and a really intriguing “living wall” of plants – ferns and other wall-based greenery.
Speaking of temperature, the past couple of days we have had cooler temperatures and even some RAIN here in Seattle, which makes me smile. At least for the past two years I don’t think we’ve had a drop of rain in August, so my yard and myself are very delighted with a bit of precipitation. I am delighted.
What I’m working on
About my writing, I am happy to report that things are starting to move forward. The main rule I’m reminding myself of is, “Be gentle with oneself. Be generous, be kind.” I don’t think I can have too much kindness toward my own creative self, and if you are as self-critical as I am, you’ll know what I mean. I know, of course, once I have a draft of a project on paper and complete, I can bring in those wonderful critical voices to help fine-tune the project. But for now I’m keeping my critical voices outside my drafting space – in the “green room,” as it I’m imagining it – where they are sequestered from making negative judging remarks on my artistic work, until they are needed.
I have two novel projects I’m alternating between, one is about sixty pages long at the moment, a realistic novel about a marriage falling apart, and the other still in infancy stages at thirty-five pages, an ensemble novel about a group of people living in a 1920s historic apartment building who interact with each other and form a community.
Here is a haiku I wrote for a project on the topic “Shenanigans.” I was thinking of last year’s lunar eclipse!
Fickle moon you haunt me.
Be yourself and drop your silvery shenanigans,
disappearing behind the sun-golden mask.