Okay, I moved a lot as a child, and as a result, I have a tremendous amount of anxiety about not fitting in, or being considered a “newby” of any kind. SO, even joining a social group that doesn’t exist in real life makes me a little crazy.
Ann Leary, author of The Good House
Author of The Good House
Okay, I moved a lot as a child, and as a result, I have a tremendous amount of anxiety about not fitting in, or being considered a “newby” of any kind. SO, even joining a social group that doesn’t exist in real life makes me a little crazy.
I have avoided Twitter because it confuses me and I don’t really see the fun. Also, for some reason, I had it in my mind that once I belong to Twitter, everybody will be able to know where I am all the time. I know. I didn’t start emailing when everybody else did because of some kind of similar bizarro concern.
I just got an email from a person who tried to access my site and got a warning that my site contained pornographic content and that if she entered my site, her IP address would be tracked by some internet surveillance system. Has anybody else had this happen? I don’t think I’ve ever even used the F word here, let alone, shown porn. Maybe it was that Walt Whitman poem. Or that passage from Moby Dick. Please let me know if you’ve gotten any such warnings.
We’re home now but I had so much fun touring schools and especially visiting Boston, my old home.
Yesterday, I was a member of a Q&A panel about writing and publishing. It was a part of a career symposium at Emerson College. The best thing about it was meeting two fantastic women and fellow authors. I flatter myself by calling them my fellows, as they are somewhat (okay, a lot) more accomplished as authors than I am. But they were great fun and lovely and I really enjoyed our discussion.
We have returned from our delightful vacation and I’m still nestled up with my Kindle. Some more things in its favor: It doesn’t tell you what page you are on. I suppose this is because the screen reveals less than a printed page. Instead, at the bottom of the screen, it tells you how much of the book you have read. I have read 22% of the Cheever biography. I know that it’s almost 800 pages long, so I suppose I’ve read ….oh, you do the math.
So, a very helpful customer service rep from Amazon told me how to reboot my Kindle and it works again.
I love my Kindle so much it hurts! How could I have been so unforgiving, so impatient, so hasty with my cruel condemnation of my dear, dear Kindle. I have three books going at once. When I leave one book, and then return to it later, it returns to the page on which I left off! This afternoon, I looked over at Denis trying to read his newspaper on the beach and my heart swelled with pity. “Why not just lug an engraved stone slab down here?” I said, flipping through the same newspaper electronically, with one dainty finger. He said something, but I couldn’t hear him because the wind had blown the paper over his face.
Please disregard my last post about Kindles. They suck.
Denis and I bought each other Kindles for Christmas, and because they were back-ordered, they just arrived a couple of weeks ago. We didn’t use them until we brought them on vacation with us, but we weren’t that into the idea of them, to be honest. You see, we would like to write more books and our wish is that people will want to buy them. We have no idea how much either of us makes off the electronic rights to our books (though we both know that he makes about a gazillion dollars more than I do) but it can’t be as much as the actual print royalties. Also, we like to hold real books when we read them. Likewise – newspapers and magazines.
I don’t know why the words “bleak” and “dark” are so often used to describe the winter, here in New England. Where I live, it’s the most colorful and brilliant time of year, especially during a winter like this, where we’ve had snow on the ground for what seems like months.

Today, Denis was nominated for a Golden Globe for the HBO movie, Recount!.
I was on my way to the set of Rescue Me when he called me with the news, which made me very happy, but I was already whipped into a state of delirious excitement that bordered on mania because a) I was approaching a major metropolitan area and b) I was leaving a very quiet rural area.
It’s 8:00 in the evening and I’m back in the country but I’m still wound up. I’ve spent the past couple of weeks almost completely holed up in my office and I had forgotten how fun the people can be!
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