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NO WHINING

Two things I’m going to print and hang on my wall. First, from an article in the Star:

The Pope has posted a red-and-white sign in
Italian on the door of his frugal suite in a Vatican residence. Adorned with the
international symbol for ‘no’, a backslash in a circle, it was given to him by
an Italian psychologist and self-help guru. This is what it says, in
translation:
NO WHINING.
Violators are subject to a syndrome of
always feeling like a victim and the consequent reduction of your sense of
humour and capacity to solve problems.
The penalty is doubled if the violation
takes place in the presence of children.
To get the best out of yourself,
concentrate on your potential and not on your limitations.

Stop complaining and take steps to improve
your life.
What a fine man. Yes, I should take it to heart, me going on and on about a COLD. Get a life, woman. 
The other is a saying the courageous writer Rachel Carson adopted from Thoreau’s “Walden” after finding out she had breast cancer, to spur on her writing of “Silent Spring.”
If thou art a writer, write as if the time were short, for it is indeed short at the longest.

Now you know what will be inspiring me next week. At least, until I fly off to New York on Wednesday.
FYI, I am taking a break from the memoir. That doesn’t mean I’m not writing as if the time were short, I am – I’m writing the NEXT memoir. This does make sense, believe it or not; I’m stuck, unsure how to proceed, so I need to keep going on something that will help break the logjam, until I can see clearly. That’s the plan. I ran it by the very wise Rosemary Shipton, editor extraordinaire, and she agreed it was a good idea. I know. Time is short at the longest.
Just watched the next in a great BBC doc series, “Bright Lights, Brilliant Minds” – it’s online, if you want to catch it yourself – in which the young host, Dr. James Fox, takes us to 3 great cities in 3 great years: last week, 1908, the Vienna of Klimpt and Freud, among many others. Today, Paris in 1928 – surrealism, Mondrian, Hemingway, Le Corbusier, Cole Porter, jazz, Shakespeare and Company bookstore, and so much more.

Next week, New York in 1951 – Brando, the Beats, Jackson Pollock. And I was there, almost – we left New York in November 1950. Yes, I was a newborn, unable to fully appreciate Brando, Pollock, and the Beats, but I was there. And next week – I’ll be there again.

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