Archives for November 2015

Holiday Haiku 1

Hello, everyone! I didn’t intend to take a break—it was sheer writing exhaustion. I’ve been looking for a way back into that thing I do, and thanks to a friend who shared a link, I found it: a Holiday Haiku Challenge.

Now, me being me, I’m not necessarily going to follow the prompts. I may not even revisit the website. I may not write about holiday things at all. I’m just grateful someone had the idea.

All this month I’ll be listening to my local classical music station. In December, it slowly ramps up the Christmas music, so at 5:15 this morning, I heard a lovely version of “Here We Come A-Wassaling.” While I was reading about the haiku challenge, the music was Benjamin Britten’s “Young Person’s Guide to the Orchestra,” used to great effect in the movie “Moonrise Kingdom.”

Holiday Haiku #1

Benjamin Britten’s

young person’s orchestra guide —

good for all seasons

The Most Beautiful Book in the World

When I’m on vacation, I like to visit independent bookstores. As I stepped inside Paragraphs at South Padre Island (SPI), I was determined to purchase something that I couldn’t find elsewhere or wouldn’t think to look for or had never heard of.

The store had a “foreign” section, in which all the books were translations. I bought a collection of short stories based solely on a shelf-talker. Also, it had a nice cover.

How long has it been since I bought a book I’d never heard of? By an author I’d never heard of? These days, it seems I choose my books either because I’ve liked the author’s work before, or I heard an interview with an author I didn’t know and got intrigued, or—and this is happening more and more often—a friend wrote a book. But this book was a complete gamble.

Fifteen bucks well spent.

It’s been years since I read a collection of novellas, and I discovered that it is the perfect type of thing to be reading when I’m in my editing week, when I’m exhausted from staring at a screen all day. A nice, short tale is really all my mind can hold.

I spread out the short stories over a couple of weeks, which gave me time to think about them. I’d read one before bed and then allow it to rattle around in my brain for the next day or two until I read the next. It was such a different experience for me—I tend to devour books.

The last story was my favorite, and it provided the title for the collection: “The Most Beautiful Book in the World.” Yes. I think, perhaps, it was. Thank you, Eric-Emmanuel Schmitt.