Sunday, May 30, 2010
Since living by myself, I've been trying to focus my projects, as I tend to be like one of those people on the four corners with one appendage in Utah, another in Arizona, another in New Mexico, and a leg in Colorado, with my neck probably craned towards the sea. Except instead of states I've got my attention pulled between work, blogging, writing, Netflix, my new darkroom set and Pentax camera, poetry, reading blogs, running, first dates, cooking... so I've been trying to prioritize. My focus has been predominately work, poetry, (Lennon and Keith just self-published chap books to sell while they go on tour, and I thought, why can't I do that with all my old poems? It will clear space in my head to start new poetry projects), reading how to use my Pentax, and just reading in general. I'm working on The Historian and Eat, Pray, Love, both difficult to put down unless sleep forces me.
Today in the grocery store, the best thing in a blogger's life could happen - someone recognized me! At first I thought my cart was in her way, (the Hyde Park HEB is always a grocery cart demolition derby spectacle), but then I realized she was trying to get my attention. It made my day! It also made me realize that I have been neglecting my blog, partly from being too chicken to take my own pictures in public, and partly from being absurdly busy - recently from writing for Venus - which is awesome. Although I dropped $20.00 on a digital camera remote control, and my dad gave me a tripod, so really I have no excuses. I will swallow my fears and step up my game in the photography department, promises.
And while I get comments, (which I adore - thank you!), it still sometimes feels as though hitting "post" is publishing photos and thoughts into a great internet anonymous void, leaving my brain to quote the title of one of my favorite books, Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret. Are you there interwebz? It's me, Amanda...
This summer I may need to collect my copy of that book from my grandmother's and re-read it, (for about the seventh time). That, and Starring Sally J. Freedman As Herself. Those were my two "it" books in adolescence. Well, those and anything by Roald Dahl, which probably explains a lot about why I'm so weird.
I never did get around to reading Youth in Revolt, so I need to get on that ASAP too, before the movie comes out, (also why I'm reading Elizabeth Gilbert's first book before Julia Roberts' portrayal of her hits the screen -- I'll be front row).
What were your "it" books while growing up?