Jane: I’m going to blog about…
Jane: How about…
Jane: Goddammit, it was really funny. I know, I’ll write about…
Consent. It’s a thing.
This is why I now write fiction. For adults.
(But I’m still keeping notes for a bestselling memoir called The Secret Lives of Children.)
This is not a non sequitur. You will see.
k d lang on creativity:
“if you just celebrate the fact
that you get to be creative
it’s a totally different ball game
than if you look at it
as a means to an end
as a vehicle to success”
(You can check out the interview that’s excerpted from here).
While everyone was having a final moment with The Hip, I couldn’t bear to look and instead, feeling maudlin, I was binging on kd lang, and wondering… if I had learned I had an immediate expiration date—three months, three years, three days—what would I do NOW?
Flora: Mom? You know how we spend all this time planning your funeral?
OK, we don’t. We only ever did it once… but I think it mildly traumatized them.
Jane: Um… yeah?
Flora: So should I die before you—I want to be cremated and have my ashes turned into glitter.
Flora: Yeah, you know. Like glitter glue, glitter paint, all sparkly?
Jane: I’m not sure if ashes…
Flora: You probably won’t have to do anything. After all, I am an evolved unicorn. I’ll probably just turn to glitter naturally.
We all have an expiration date—an end date—don’t we? What’s yours? What’s mine? Suppose it were tomorrow?
Fingers hover over the keyboard. Where the fuck am I going with this?
Ender climbs into my lap and knocks the laptop screen over. I tuck him into my left armpit and kiss his crazy dreadlocked hair. We shift and reposition—I try to reach other his squirming body to reach the keyboard with my left hand…
Ender: You’re squeezing me to death, Mom!
Jane: That’s because it’s rather hard to type while hugging you.
Ender: You can’t stop.
Hugging him? Or the other?
I wrap my left hand around his head. Type only with my right.
Where am I going with this?
If I had an expiration date.. what would I do? What would I change?
“How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.”
I keep on hugging. And typing, with one hand.
Then get kd lang to belt out Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah in the background:
One Stop For Writers–a new initiative by Calgary writer and entrepreneur Angela Ackerman
From around the world:
Giving up alcohol opened my eyes to the infuriating truth about why women drink by Kristi Coulter on Quartz –also check out author Kristi Coulter’s blog, Off-Dry: Sober Girl, Loopy World
If you’re in yyc:
Passionate Kisses featuring performances by The Coming Out Monologues, August 31, at The Simmons Building
Inspired Calgary: Calgary’s First Secular Homeschooling Conference, Cardel Theatre, Sept 3rd—come hear me speak about unschooling.
The Rocky Horror Picture Show at the Plaza, Sept 4th.