I began reading a book by Anne Lamott, and I can see already that I'm going to like it very much. She has a random sense of humor that makes me laugh unexpectedly, and a rambling style that conveys truth indirectly.
Do you suppose people are more real in their writing? Which is to ask, can you really know a person just by reading them? Pen pals develop relationship all the time, but I wonder if the face-to-face is the same? I would think not.
When I do a satisfactory job of putting my thoughts on paper, so to speak, you and I can both see what my thoughts have been. But, it doesn't look much like the me who does laundry and barks at my kids. Life is not really lived in theory, but in the mundane. The theory has everything to do with how we approach the mundane, of course. I wonder if I'd like Anne Lamott, if we were to spend an afternoon together? I think about this with authors. Or with bloggers, for that matter.
I'm still reading the book World Without End, by Ken Follet. I'm almost done, and it's mind-blowing. It's very very long, but I just know that I'm going to grieve when it's over. These characters have become quite real to me. Which is nice, because I have very little time for real relationship lately. This way, I can visit with my imaginary friends just before I doze off to sleep, and I feel like I have some variety to my social life.
Last night I actually saw two real life friends, Kara and Celise. They were attending a class that I went to. It was just like being a real person with a life, instead of a working mom who needs some sleep.
This working mom needs to get some housework done. I can sleep, or I can clean, but I can't really do both. There are two disaster-causers living here with me, so I am fighting a rather formidible battle. My eldest has a thing with Apricot Jam. It's homemade, see, and so delicious. He'll spoon heaps and heaps on his toast, and then dribble it all over the house. There's jam on the doorknobs, the floor, the sink....everywhere. Mostly, he is quiet hapless in this way with every possible mess. The kid leaves a trail, I tell you. Then he puts an arm around my shoulder and says, "I love you mommy! You're beautiful and slender." Since he is nearly 14, I find this little speech is enough to melt my irritation, and he finds that he has the key to stay out of trouble.
I'm off the topic again.
Back to Anne Lamott.....Have you read this gal? I'll keep you posted.
3 comments:
LOVE Anna Lamott-not on the same political page with her in her last book-Plan B, (she rips George Bush a new one)but i love her honesty-oh to be able to be that transparent in my own writing, that sort of writing pulls me in, its raw, real, love it.
enjoy reading!
hugs~
I read one of her books. I think it was Traveling Mercies. I do love her honesty, her perspective. I'm always amazed at the variety of Christ followers in the world. There is a cute guy in your photos since I checked in on you. I'm glad it isn't Donald Miller...:) I also read World Without End recently and I do miss the characters. Sorry.
I used to counsel inmates at a local prison for a few years. I was amazed at how smooth these puppies could be in their written word and yet almost unable to utter a non foul word verbally!
At least in writing you have the ability to think about something before you are committed by it. Most of my posts go through 5 or 6 reviews and I am still sitting on one from last September. Not sure whether to post it or not (it is at review 20 now!).
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