I find myself defending Facebook, and I’m not really sure why. I’m not crazy over it myself, although I love having old friends resurface. I’m taking a brief Facebook hiatus. It’s leeching my time away, and I don’t have the time to leech. I need to write.
It’s difficult with small kids at home. I’m trying to find enough focus and concentration to write without neglecting my children or letting the house fall apart. If the house is cluttered, I’m distracted. So I need to put in more time and effort than I have been.
I’ve been doing a lot of reading lately, especially a lot of women authors. A few of the stories have been memorable. One was absolutely breathtaking. Most were mundane and similar. I was a bit shocked by the bleakness, by the “woman as a spiritless victim” theme that I kept running across. My stories aren’t always happy, of course not, but I think there’s hope to a lot of them. I don’t think good writing is synonymous with suffering. I’m ready to step away from some of the negativity that seems to permeate both art and society. I long for a break.
That said, I’ve been watching “Pushing Daisies” at the recommendation of a friend. I find it charming and playful, something colorful with that vein of darkness running through it. I’m enjoying it very much. RunStarGirl has a playmate.
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