Archive for November 2011


World’s Worst Blogger

November 16th, 2011 — 7:30pm

November 16, 2011

Lately I feel like I’ve become the world’s worst blogger.  I can’t think of what to write in a post.  Am I out of the habit?  Is it the ongoing sinus infection?  The fact that I’m working on a novel?  Might be all of that.  If it’s primarily the last, then I’ll be a bad blogger for a while to come.

Also I’ve felt very content this autumn, and contentedness makes me quiet.  I’m happy to just sit and sip coffee and look out the window, if I can.

The view out my side of the truck window on the way to work.

I love fall in the north.   I love noticing it.  The tamaracks are turning yellow and flocks of snow buntings have shown up, down from the Arctic for the winter.  We’ve had our first light snow.  Most of the oaks have lost their leaves but the beeches are still hanging on to theirs.  There’s always the soft rustle of their dry yellow leaves in the woods if you listen carefully.

The view off my back deck of our first light snow.

That’s the news.  Of course a million other things are going on–good, bad, and indifferent–but in this quiet autumn mood these are the things that feel most noteworthy.

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Book Tour, Part 3

November 9th, 2011 — 10:24pm

November 9, 2011

How have so many days passed since I posted a blog?

In the usual mysterious way, I guess.  Life takes over.  Sinus infection, work, etc.  Now it seems like three years and not just three weeks have passed since I was downstate talking about SOUTH OF SUPERIOR.  Now instead of a narrative, my thoughts are in pieces.

I remember that I drove from Ann Arbor to Elsie on a beautiful fall morning and saw a hot air balloon in a patchwork of autumn colors floating above the treetops.

In Elsie I saw my mom, my brother, my sister in law.  I was so happy about  that.

My event at Schuler’s Books and Music was on a gorgeous Saturday afternoon, Michigan State’s homecoming game day.  My brother Matt drove me to Okemos on the back roads–a pretty drive, no traffic, and no figuring-out-the-route worries for me.

The crowd was so warm, and responsive.   I was delighted to see familiar faces:  diner friends, cousins, siblings, my mom.

It was very special that my mom was able to come.  She asked during the Q and A, “Does it ever dawn on you that you’re living your dad’s dream?

It does.  His dream and my dream too.

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