Holiday Dispatches from the Interweb

So, for the past couple of nights, I've been trying to get back on the horse that is writing fiction on a regular basis. Despite the fact that I work best while writing on paper in silence, free from the computer and its myriad of distractions, I did break my concentration a few times for the warm glow of the internet. While listening to, alternately, "A Charlie Brown Christmas" and the Pink Martini Christmas album (I know, it makes no sense), I spent some time checking in on some of my favorite blogs, which, I will warn you in advance, are mostly girly and concerned with either clothes or cooking. There are also a few wine-related ones in there, too. So, if that's your sort of thing, explore below.

The Sartorialist (Mom, if you're reading this, you'd like this one)
Cupcakes and Cashmere
Smitten Kitchen
Walking Around
Orangette
East Village Wine Geek
Insatiable Critic
Hyperbole and a Half (The black sheep of this list, but hilarious)
Love As A Found Object (Blog of a writer I love, Leah Hager Cohen)
A Cup of Jo


Then, of course, I started happening upon the Christmas sales. My Christmas gifts have, for the most part, already been bought, so these are more Christmas longings than anything else. Also, they're completely extravagant, as you'll see below.

I yearn for a Le Creuset set, and this green color is pretty much the best. I thought I loved the orange beyond all else, but I was wrong. Yes, it's on sale, but still - $965? I'll keep dreaming.

Then, out of curiosity, I googled the Wall Street Journal wine club. I'd heard my parents mention it in passing, so I wanted to see what the deal was. What the deal is, in fact, is essentially the perfect system for me, someone who wants to learn more about wine from people who will make the somewhat daunting prospect manageable and fun. It's almost inexpensive enough for me to justify, but I can see myself 3 months down the road - eating canned soup for every meal just to finance my Wine Club membership. This is really something I would do.
I'm thinking I'll squirrel the money away in advance of my Paris trip - I'll be drinking delicious wine with friends in either scenario, so everybody wins.

More soon! x

Catch Up

So, I have not been great about posting lately. This past week/weekend was a bit of a blur. Lots of work and play - so I've been distracted.
Life in Publishing has been great, busy, and made the past month and a half fly by (I can't believe I've had my job this long). It has also, peripherally, been stirring a bit of jealousy within me. I think it's the good, motivating kind of jealousy, though. Seeing young debut novelists get good reviews and exposure makes the whole game of getting published less mysterious and also more tangible...as in, why aren't you doing this?
As a result, I've been reading and writing a lot lately. As Faulkner said, "Read, read, read everything." Very wise words - nothing inspires me more. When I attended the Young Fiction Awards at the New York Public Library a while ago, I swiped copies of all 5 nominated books (a feat for someone in a pocket-less cocktail dress and a handbag barely big enough to hold my wallet). I've been blazing through them, the first being All The Living by C.E Morgan - a gorgeous and unique book for many reasons. The novel takes place on a dusty, lifeless tobacco farm in Kentucky and very little happens, but I can't remember the last time I was so engaged by such a seemingly simple narrative. The author, who went to Harvard Divinity School, weaves in religion in an unexpected and fascinating way. I love being able to see how clearly the ways in which our experiences can shape the way we express ourselves creatively. It makes me thirsty to do more and varied things.
Now, I'm on to Everything Ravaged, Everything Burned by Wells Tower, which could not be more different. I was initially excited to read it, beyond the great reviews and the fact that it actually won the Young Fiction Award, because I think the title is badass. It also resonates with every story, which range from chronicling a man building an eclectic aquarium in a trailer park to hilariously following a group of vikings as they, yes, ravage and burn things.
This post has somehow turned into a book review. This is not surprising, as a large portion of my days now are devoted to me reading, scanning, and trying to get book reviews for our titles. Oh well. Tomorrow I'll cover the writing part of this rant and post one of the things I've been working on - which is narrated by a child, an exercise I love.
Also, there will be more tomorrow on the second job search...my work is never done! Plus, the wine-related aspects of my life haven't had enough airtime lately.
So, I exist. I am still writing this thing, and I will be back tomorrow.