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Heart's fictional home
Thanks for all the kind comments to my post of last night. They helped.
Rob called the interviewer who saw him last week, and she said he'll get the word tomorrow. So one more day of sweating it out.
Still browsing my bookshelves restlessly, looking for something to read. Picked up Bobby Ann Mason's Shiloh and Other Stories which I read in graduate school. I said I'd read new, so I only read a story or two and put it back. I have a very vivid recollection of some of her stories, esp. the first one, "Shiloh"--I remembered the last three lines almost verbatim. If I remember correctly, Mason had been working on something intensely in graduate school (did she do her dissertation on something like Ivanhoe?) and got so sick of it that she decided to write a bunch of short stories about the place she knew best, Western Kentucky. Her characters are utterly different from the people I know, but I really liked how they seemed to be absolutely steeped in their place of origin. Have been thinking all night about creating private fictional landscape. It can be a very fruitful thing for a writer to do, if he/she manages to hit upon an imagined world that is in synch with the stories the writer wants to tell and, perhaps, where he/she came from originally. Like Faulkner with Yoknapatawpha County, or Tolkien with Middle Earth. I've always wanted to create my own fictional world, to set a lot of stories in it. I thought I might have something in Piyanthia (the setting for my first book) but it didn't quite sink its hooks into me deeply enough--maybe it required too much research, was too remote from my own life. It's not . . . it's not a heart's home to me. Middle Earth's Hobbiton, after all, was based on Tolkien's memories of his boyhood home of Sarehole. I love Garrison Keillor's "Prairie Home Companion," primarily because I like what Keillor does with Lake Woebegone as a storyteller.
Maybe I haven't found a heart's fictional home for my writing because I grew up in the suburbs of Chicago. It was a nice home, and a nice town, but . . . well, the kind of stories I've always wanted to read and I thought I wanted to tell didn't seem to be set there. I suppose Steven Spielberg has found it fruitful to use growing up in the suburbs as the well of his creativity. Bully for him. But for me . . . I don't know. I guess I just haven't found it yet. Maybe in either my fiction or my real life. Hmm. Must think about this more.
Mom called from Georgia today. "I've been reading your LiveJournal," she said, "and I wanted to know, did you ever get your stove in?"
I laughed. "Well, it's plugged in and it works, but it's stuck out five inches from the wall, because we can't jam it into the alcove where it's supposed to go."
"What's in the way?"
"A cabinet on one side and a support post on the other. It's a quarter-inch too wide." I couldn't resist adding: "You know I love to talk to you on the phone, but you could have dropped me a comment on the LiveJournal to ask, too, you know."
"A comment? What's that?"
So I explained. And I explained that even though she doesn't have an account, she can post as an anonymous user. It makes the whole thing like a conversation. This is part of my ongoing less-than-subtle campaign to get family members to sign up for LiveJournal. My parents are polite, but wary. I continue to harp on the theme that it could be a good way for our far-flung family to keep in touch with each other every day.
[Post a comment here to show her--and say hi to my Mom, if you're so inclined].
Cheers,
Peg
Rob called the interviewer who saw him last week, and she said he'll get the word tomorrow. So one more day of sweating it out.
Still browsing my bookshelves restlessly, looking for something to read. Picked up Bobby Ann Mason's Shiloh and Other Stories which I read in graduate school. I said I'd read new, so I only read a story or two and put it back. I have a very vivid recollection of some of her stories, esp. the first one, "Shiloh"--I remembered the last three lines almost verbatim. If I remember correctly, Mason had been working on something intensely in graduate school (did she do her dissertation on something like Ivanhoe?) and got so sick of it that she decided to write a bunch of short stories about the place she knew best, Western Kentucky. Her characters are utterly different from the people I know, but I really liked how they seemed to be absolutely steeped in their place of origin. Have been thinking all night about creating private fictional landscape. It can be a very fruitful thing for a writer to do, if he/she manages to hit upon an imagined world that is in synch with the stories the writer wants to tell and, perhaps, where he/she came from originally. Like Faulkner with Yoknapatawpha County, or Tolkien with Middle Earth. I've always wanted to create my own fictional world, to set a lot of stories in it. I thought I might have something in Piyanthia (the setting for my first book) but it didn't quite sink its hooks into me deeply enough--maybe it required too much research, was too remote from my own life. It's not . . . it's not a heart's home to me. Middle Earth's Hobbiton, after all, was based on Tolkien's memories of his boyhood home of Sarehole. I love Garrison Keillor's "Prairie Home Companion," primarily because I like what Keillor does with Lake Woebegone as a storyteller.
Maybe I haven't found a heart's fictional home for my writing because I grew up in the suburbs of Chicago. It was a nice home, and a nice town, but . . . well, the kind of stories I've always wanted to read and I thought I wanted to tell didn't seem to be set there. I suppose Steven Spielberg has found it fruitful to use growing up in the suburbs as the well of his creativity. Bully for him. But for me . . . I don't know. I guess I just haven't found it yet. Maybe in either my fiction or my real life. Hmm. Must think about this more.
Mom called from Georgia today. "I've been reading your LiveJournal," she said, "and I wanted to know, did you ever get your stove in?"
I laughed. "Well, it's plugged in and it works, but it's stuck out five inches from the wall, because we can't jam it into the alcove where it's supposed to go."
"What's in the way?"
"A cabinet on one side and a support post on the other. It's a quarter-inch too wide." I couldn't resist adding: "You know I love to talk to you on the phone, but you could have dropped me a comment on the LiveJournal to ask, too, you know."
"A comment? What's that?"
So I explained. And I explained that even though she doesn't have an account, she can post as an anonymous user. It makes the whole thing like a conversation. This is part of my ongoing less-than-subtle campaign to get family members to sign up for LiveJournal. My parents are polite, but wary. I continue to harp on the theme that it could be a good way for our far-flung family to keep in touch with each other every day.
[Post a comment here to show her--and say hi to my Mom, if you're so inclined].
Cheers,
Peg
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LJ is a fun and easy (and addictive) way to keep in touch with people. Come on, join in! If you set everyone up on your Friends list, you won't even have to hunt around for their news - it'll all be assembled for you. Come on, you know you want to. :)
Debbie
Who has no intention of revealing her LJ to her mom, lol
But doesn't mind if mom sees her slash fic or art
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I think my LJ is a great way for my friends to know what's up with me...of course, it's rather personal, so I don't tell all of my friends. It is a good way to keep up with everyone, however.
-Morgan
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Because Peg and I are on Livejournal, I am now more caught up on Peg's doings than ever before and I've known her for years and live about 2 miles from her. And no doubt she would say the same of me. How perfectly handy is that!
Karen. [well, it's really "us" not "me" as my husband and I share our journal. But we sign the posts we make so our friends know who is writing to them]
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Yes, LiveJournals are wonderful things -- the first thing I do when I log on in the morning is read my friends' entries.
The way the system works lends itself really well to a community feel -- I'm sure Peg's explained to you all about the Friends Page and comments thingies.
Hope you decide to join up.
--John
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Now why didn't I think of using my LJ to keep family in touch? That will be a great idea when the next family reunion is coming up, as we're scattered clear across Canada. Now to decide if I've written anything I'd rather not have them read. :-D
Schnoogles,
Sheryll
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(Anonymous) 2002-05-24 07:24 am (UTC)(link)I love reading Peg's journal, but I can't imagine it being an every day thing. I don't know how all you writers find time to read & write to everyone on a daily basis. I guess because you're writers! I'm a reader & this has been a fantastic way to hear what's going on w/Peg & family - I REALLY dislike the phone. Char - you were the one to get me going on email & internet & now look at me!!! I'm posting comments!
Peg - good luck to Rob - hope to read good news tomorrow.
Love love love,
your (only) favorite daughter-in-law heather
Hi, Peg's Mom!!!
Welcome aboard!
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(Anonymous) 2002-05-24 02:00 pm (UTC)(link)~ Corinne
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I've been picking up writing again, on some worlds I had sketched out in high school, but I can't seem to find the thread. It's because I've grown out of the characters and the worlds. Perhaps instead of writing about the sort of place you grew up, write about the places you grew into?