A day to be grateful not to have to go anywhere – slushy rain all day and soon snow. My job involves sitting here thinking and tapping, warm and dry. So that’s what I did.
Watched another episode of The Crown last night, a shocking exposé of BBC journalist Martin Bashir forging documents and lying to convince Diana to be interviewed by him. It all unfurls like a Greek tragedy, the curse of the House of Atreus, being continued now by Harry and Meghan’s ill-advised onslaught. Why don’t they just shut up? Surely they want to mend relations, at least between the brothers, rather than an endless airing of grievances. I’ve not watched their new doc, was relieved the first shows were about racism, but now apparently it’s a full-on attack on family.
Just shut up.
I’ll watch more The Crown tonight, as the snow falls. My neighbour has draped Xmas lights around the 25 foot spruce in her garden. I’m watching them dance now in the wind. Light in the darkness.
Blowing own horn department: it was a good term at U of T, and students have written to say so.
Thank all of you for your honesty and trust in sharing some intensely personal stories, in listening deeply, and in giving respectful constructive criticism to us on our writing journey. Thank you, Beth, for encouraging us to go to those dark places, to experiment with structure, voice, dialogue and tone, to speak our truths in a safe environment.
I recall feeling more than a little uncomfortable that first week, yet the courage and vulnerability shown by this group gave me the strength to share my own stories, so thank you all. And thanks, too, to Beth for guiding, supporting and teaching but especially for creating this safe space for everyone to share.
My gratitude to the whole class, able to show immense compassion while providing constructive criticism. I’ve never taken a writing class before but I’m pretty sure this was a unique and special experience.
Yes, yes it was — a special group of student writers and a most enjoyable term.
Throwback Thursday: my friend Karin Wells and I in a production at Carleton University in 1969. Oh those smooth faces — babies. I just went to Settings on Zoom and turned the feature that makes you look better up to the max. Because looking at myself on Zoom, these days, hurts.