I’m a big fan of raccoons (maybe not in my house, but around my house). One who can’t catch my pond fish has been rubbing its muddy little paws on my zero-gravity chair in the backyard. I can’t bear to hose it off, but wait and wait and wait and wait for it to rain. This is also the approach I take to writing, though I must brag that my brain is rather Rothian when I think about a particular year, though it gets fuzzy around the edges of politics, which is sound and fury usually signifying nothing
I'm a big fan of raccoons too, but yes, outside – not in my kitchen! And you're lucky to have such a memory - I do not, which is why I do my best to keep a journal.
Thanks for all the literary references, reawakened memories of books and authors I danced with for brief episodes in my meandering life. Foothills might be as high up as I get any more but still striving intermittently.
Wow, as a writer I feel both a sense of admiration/envy and repulsion at the idea of living a life solely filled with writing 😮 and yes the raccoons would definitely take over! 🦝 ps: I also wonder if this is something that come more easily to male-writers who often have the privilege of having supportive partners and don’t have to be responsible for other aspects of life (meals, kids, etc).
The foothills turn out to be quite lovely…I find this to be a relaxing way to look at life in general! Thank you!
I write and do all the house stuff and still get racoons, but I wouldn't have it any other way. Thanks for the article.
I’m a big fan of raccoons (maybe not in my house, but around my house). One who can’t catch my pond fish has been rubbing its muddy little paws on my zero-gravity chair in the backyard. I can’t bear to hose it off, but wait and wait and wait and wait for it to rain. This is also the approach I take to writing, though I must brag that my brain is rather Rothian when I think about a particular year, though it gets fuzzy around the edges of politics, which is sound and fury usually signifying nothing
I'm a big fan of raccoons too, but yes, outside – not in my kitchen! And you're lucky to have such a memory - I do not, which is why I do my best to keep a journal.
Thanks, I needed this.
Amazing! If only I…
Thanks for all the literary references, reawakened memories of books and authors I danced with for brief episodes in my meandering life. Foothills might be as high up as I get any more but still striving intermittently.
Intermittent striving is still striving! :)
These are my foothills, these comments right here.
A book is Everest and diligently maintaining a substack somewhere in between.
Ha! Climbing Mt. St. Helens, maybe?
Indeed. Such a pleasure to explore in drafts that I risk losing sight of the publishing summit!
I agree, Irene.
Wow, as a writer I feel both a sense of admiration/envy and repulsion at the idea of living a life solely filled with writing 😮 and yes the raccoons would definitely take over! 🦝 ps: I also wonder if this is something that come more easily to male-writers who often have the privilege of having supportive partners and don’t have to be responsible for other aspects of life (meals, kids, etc).
Certainly the wife in The Ghost Writer does *everything* for her husband! But you're right - life needs a little more variety!
Within a week there would be raccoons living in my house.....