Books and Blogs

I seem to be doing my blogging later and later as time goes on. Unfortunately, inspiration is hard to come by when one spends most of one’s time alone. And then there is the matter of laziness, perhaps, or simply a tendency toward procrastination. Either way, here I am with my lights on since it’s dark outside, trying to think of something interesting to say. One of these days, I will give in to the temptation to let a day or two slide, but for now, I’ve committed to daily blogging for the rest of the year.

Just about the only thing I’ve been thinking about (other than that it will be another six months before I can get back into gardening) is the awful book I just finished reading. I could have put it aside at any time, of course, but then the uneasiness fostered by the story would have lingered much longer than it would by finishing it. Normally I don’t read contemporary women’s lit, but I needed a break from my usual diet of murder and suspense, which is a mistake I won’t be making again soon.

There seem to be two types of books that are targeted specifically for women — happily-ever-after stories (romances that tell the beginning of a relationship), and unhappily-ever-after stories, (novels that tell what happens to the loving couple after many years of being together).

This particular book was of the second variety. The main theme was about communication; none of the characters every told their partner what they were thinking. They expected the other person to know what was going on in their minds without their having to say a single word, and each character interpreted their partner’s actions in light of their own insecurities rather than the partner’s.

Even worse, the novel told three very loosely connected stories. The only connecting element was a house that none of them end up with; otherwise, the three stories had nothing to do with one another. Worst of all, there was nothing in any of the stories to offset the growing sense of dread and dreariness as the couples all drifted further apart. Just misunderstanding built on misunderstanding built on misunderstanding.

Simple discussions at the beginning of the book would have swept away all those misunderstandings. But then, there would have been no book for me to suffer through. Nor would I have had anything to write about today.

One of the stories was about a couple who were divorced from their original partners, and who ended up getting married. Since each had children from the prior marriage, and each child brought their own insecurities to the new home, dread was piled on dread. Some of that dread, I am sure, has to do with my own situation. I am at the age where, if I ever ended up in another relationship, it would be complicated by his children and grandchildren and perhaps even a great-grandbaby or two. (Unless, of course, he’s the type to eschew all family, in which case he wouldn’t be worth having.) The mere thought of having to sort out and find a way to combine the baggage of two lifetimes wearies me.

Luckily, I have no interest in another relationship. I have a house (and this blog), and that’s about as much responsibility as I want in my life.

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7 Responses to “Books and Blogs”

  1. rami ungar the writer Says:

    Where are the stories about people who are happy being single or just being happy with their lives as they are? Those stories can be compelling. I like to think I live that story every day.

  2. Uthayanan Says:

    I feel it is not the tendency toward procrastination. Like animals hibernate when there is very cold, less light, less food, and less activity. Human body prepares for the hibernation. For me pandemic situation with cold and living alone make me feels like want to hibernate. One day when you have lot of ideas with good sprit with good energetic condition and better biorhythms write three blogs and publish only one.

    • Pat Bertram Says:

      I had taken your advice and done that, but I’ve used up all my spare blogs. Now I have to get the energy — and ideas — to write a few more.

      • Uthayanan Says:

        I got this idea from inspiration with Amelie Nothomb.
        She writes as once she said 3,7 books per year but published only one.
        Really a crazy person
        Living in dictatorship
        “Amélie Nothomb’s writing ritual is as unique as it is systematic: she gets to work every day between 4 a.m. and 8 a.m., with a crystal blue Bic pen and half a liter of black tea.
        “I live in a dictatorship. Whatever the conditions, it is indisputable. I live such tyranny that I have to write from 4 a.m. to 8 a.m., period. ” 3/4 of the time I have no idea what to write, it seems way too difficult for me. But what paradoxically makes my life easier is that I don’t give myself any choice (…) I happen to be very ill and write anyway. ”
        (Translated from French to English)


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