In Gore Vidal's new memoir, he states that he feels compelled in every piece of nonfiction to describe where he is writing from, the lay of the proverbial land. I'm sitting at my dad's old desk, surrounded by Snoopy figurines I have purchased for him over the years, two in Halloween attire, and one in a plane surrounded by Woodstocks who ride on the wings like an episode of Peanuts meets the Twilight Zone. If I look up from my furious typing (ha!), there is a map of the world with push pins in places that my mother travelled and a poster of Tony Soprano from Season One that says, Family Redefined. There's a yoga ball to the side should I feel compelled to roll around the floor and try and regain/maintain my girlish figure. Should I need to research the history of aviation, I'm in luck -- volume after volume exists, all the Time Life books, Jane's Fighting Aircraft, and The Lore of Flight. There are pictures of my family all around and some of me in high school where I wish someone had explained the importance of eyebrow plucking. Alas, such is life!
I suppose where you write changes what you write -- at my home, I have a very private office in which I have surrounded myself with things I love and find beautiful or arresting, objects that push me into the past. At my dead parents' house, I find that I think even more about the past because the artifacts are all around me. And the house is haunted -- lights flicker, stereos turn on and off at will, and I hear the sound of windchimes day and night. And Tony Soprano watches over me as I write, his entire family in the background, both the living and the dead, whispering in his ear what has happened before and what will happen in the future.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"You let somebody move in with you, you make all these little compromises to smooth things along, and the next thing you know, you're on some macrobiotic diet and you're listening to Joni Mitchell." 200 Cigarettes
Drinking movie suggestion: 200 Cigarettes -- this is by far my favorite New Year's Eve movie ever!
Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Thursday! Sissy Lynn, pictured above, is my sister's dog. The t-shirt she wears was a gift from me in an attempt to turn her into a goth despite her propensity for the pink collar.