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Thoughts on The Sunlight Pilgrims and the apocalypse.

I’m not sure how much longer everyone will be alive. Although no one’s saying anything about it, a worldwide nuclear war seems like a  good possibility right now, unless I’m  way off base. It sort of makes books seem unimportant when the reality they’re based on appears like it will soon be annihilated.

Then again maybe I’m getting kooky.

We shall see.

I’m reading The Sunlight Pilgrims by Jenni Fagan —a rather stylized book about a near-future people dealing with  the results of climate change in a winter world that keeps getting colder and colder.

The thoughts in characters heads parts are very good. When the characters talk to each other—well, no one really talks that way to other people, but it’s certainly interesting. Maybe they do in Scotland where the author comes from, but certainly not here in the states. It’s full of of glorious exaggerated Ray Bradbury types of conversations. It’s not to say they’re bad, just maybe unrealistic.

The books certainly worthy of suspending my disbelief. Not my disbelief of climate control desecration, I think that’s starting to come about already. My suspension of disbelief comes from the way  these people talk to each other in a kind of soulful stream of consciousness, everything on their mind way that I personally haven’t discovered in life.

I wish I would discover it.

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4th blog post

Writing a story very slowly—a page a day if that. As always it has potential, but during the first draft, I’m never sure if it will be scraped or win the Pulitzer prize. Probably something in-between.

I’ve been trying for half an hour to listen to a YouTube ambient music track called Asian Dreams. Every time I tell Google Home to play Asian Dreams, Google Home says “Sure, Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift coming up.” This has happened 15 times. I think I have some kind of an accent because my father was Welsh and my mother was from the Bronx which throws the thing off. It’s not an obvious accent, no one’s ever commented on it, but I guess I’m not speaking standard mid-western or something. I once went to a theatrical voice trainer during my acting days for a free introductory appointment and she said I slurred my S’s a little, so maybe that’s why.

I finished The Last Days of California. It was really good, although it didn’t have the super deep last sentence that many books contain. SPOILER ALERT: It leaves the heroine looking at herself in a clean spoon which seems neither here nor there, but I loved the rest of the novel, so this is a pretty minor complaint (if it is a complaint.)

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The Last Days of California…

Things are going good. I haven’t been here in a while. I suppose I’m not a steady blogger or maybe I am, but it’s a more latent talent that doesn’t inspire me with thrilldom to bring to the surface. I will attempt to change this. I think.

I know. It’s all very vague. We shall see.

Am near finished The Last Days of California by Mary Miller. It’s about a mother and father who believe the end of the world is coming and take themselves and their two teenage daughters on a trip to California to, I guess, celebrate this. One of the daughters is pretty much an atheist and is even secretly pregnant. The other daughter is a closet agnostic who has severe doubts about God. And everything. The book is told from her point of view. It keeps you reading, but now that I’m reaching the end, it’s all coming together rather beautifully and I realize The Last Day’s of California is a very profound and moving book.

Reading short stories too and philosophical stuff which I’ll get into at a later date.

Or I won’t.

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Reading and Writing

Reading You Are a Badass at Making Money by Jen Sincero. A law of attractionarish guide to the said subject. I guess you could call her a sassy woman writer, but she’s more towards funny then cute. She doesn’t say anything too new about the law of attraction, but I like the way she says it.

Going outside a lot more in the spring and writing short stories. I never use a laptop. When I’m out I prefer to be out and when I’m in, I do my work on an elaborate desktop with a huge screen. It’s not that my eyes are bad, but there’s something that comforts me about the whole set up. It feels like I’ve really sat down to write.

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New Beginning

Every once in awhile, I just start over. This is my new blog. I have made the old one disappear because I don’t like it. You can probably go to the Wayback Machine if you really wanted to spend the effort and look some old posts up, but I hope you won’t. I want a brand new beginning.

I’ve been reading a lot of literary short stories. I’m particularly enjoying The Dark and other Love Stories by Deborah Willis. The title story stands out as hypnotizing prose on childhood and friendship that all comes together at the end. I didn’t know what to make of Girlfriend on Mars at first, but it adds up to a whimsical but also serious look into the relationship of two stoners going past the initial stereotypes into what really makes them tick.

On the nonfiction side I’ve almost finished The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle. A lot of good points about living in the present and well written, although I think it’s a little exaggerated. Most people live in the present sometimes and sometimes don’t. When they don’t, the sky doesn’t fall down.

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