As Another Inuary Ends…

January 26th, 2011 | Posted by AnnMarie in Notes - (2 Comments)

I can’t believe January has gone by so quickly. It seems like Inuary (my made up, introvert’s “festival” that takes place right after the holidays, during which I am completely and utterly allowed to not see other humans if that’s what I wish) went by so quickly. It’s now nearly Groundhog Day (a real holiday, but one to which I have ascribed Bill Murray worship as an additional element for my own amusement) and it might just be time to come out of my own hibernation.

Maybe. Depends on what Punxsutawney Phil says.

I was pretty inspired by some of the people I came into contact with while doing Reverb 10. They’re all blogging and sharing and doing their things, and I think that’s just wonderful. With that in mind, I’m going to update the blog more, do a little more chatting here, and make it a bigger part of the agenda.

Misanthropy notwithstanding, it’ll be nice to poke my nose out a little more.

Happy (almost) Groundhog Day!

Wanted: Summer Reading Suggestions

August 5th, 2009 | Posted by AnnMarie in Uncategorized - (3 Comments)

Ever since I can remember, summer to me has meant barefooted days spent stretched out on a blanket reading. I’d get lost between the pages, traveling through imaginary worlds for entire days, preferring to keep my eyes cemented to the book during lunch than to break the spell for even the few moments it took to gulp down a PB&J.

When I started working summer and evening jobs, then went to university out of high school it started to change. I still read fiction for my English lit classes, and squeezed in a few pleasure reads where I could, but it wasn’t the same. I’d pick up the book and get the little buzz I always did from starting a new story, but I’d get through a few pages before either feeling guilty for enjoying myself instead of studying, or just passed out from exhaustion. There was no more losing track of time making friends of new characters, weaving my way through serpentine plot lines, breathlessly reaching the climax of the narrative, enveloping myself in the afterglow of a freshly finished book. Instead, I read with purpose. Absorb. Retain. Dissect. Synthesize. Regurgitate. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

Over the course of the past few months, though, I’ve come back to fiction. Certainly at nowhere near the pace with which I used to consume books (and I still pass out from end-of-day exhaustion after just a page or two), but a lot more than I have in recent years. Even though I write and edit for a living, I find that I still have the energy and desire at the end of the day to drift off into another world. Maybe it’s the heat, the late sunlight, or maybe it’s just that I’m calmer and ready to revisit the time in my life when I wasn’t too busy to just venture off into new territory.

Now that I have a real summer vacation coming up, one that doesn’t involve much travel and therefore too much sightseeing to squeeze into a what seems like a minuscule period of time, I’m excited about what books to dive into. I have two weeks of time to once again slip between the cool pages and visit someone else’s mind for a while. So, I’m taking suggestions. What’s your desert island book? A must read that maybe I haven’t heard of? Or the newest thing you’ve come across–a hot new author or title? Give me something strange, something precious, something funny or something sweet–or all of the above.

Going Home

July 20th, 2009 | Posted by AnnMarie in Uncategorized - (1 Comments)

Gripped by a crippling ennui caused by heat, stiff muscles, restless sleep, stagnant work projects, and the knowledge that vacation is still a month away, I’ve been unable to write much of anything.

I’m heading to Nova Scotia for my vacation this summer. Airfare has been purchased, details are being cared for, now all there is to do is wait for the time to leave the city to arrive. I haven’t been back for almost 5 years, and I’ve never returned in the summer since I left home. The time is so filled with the promise of walking the beach, catching up on reading and writing, meals with old friends and family. The anticipation is so delicious that, in a strange way, I almost don’t want the vacation to actually come.

For me, going home is always a strange affair. Equal parts excitement and anxiety, so blended that it’s next to impossible to tell the two apart. The comfort of being in a place that knows you inside and out (and you, it) juxtaposed against resentment that comes from that very knowing. Peeling back the layers of nostalgia generated by distance in both space and time and not knowing whether what you’ll find underneath will be a soft, ripe fruit or a hard kernel. The place has a hold on me somehow. One that goes beyond just being where I grew up. It’s almost like a living being on its own, with a personality and emotions, the drunk at the party who’s boisterous and happy one moment, sullen and bitter the next. I’m hoping that when I peel everything back there’s a little of both.

Still: Vancouver, Dusk

June 25th, 2009 | Posted by AnnMarie in Notes - (0 Comments)

A quiet evening spent sitting on the front step.

It rained today–a real, air-cleansing rain, one that soaks into the soil a good inch or so, leaving it spongy and clean-smelling. Now it’s stopped though, and the sky has cleared along the western horizon. But there are still places that threaten rain, where the clouds hang like wrinkled bedsheets put out on a line to dry on a still day.

I can hear the neighbors across the way unlocking their door, creaking it open; dogs and masters walk together, neither in a hurry, both smelling the air; a trolley hums by at the end of the street. Normally each of these things would steal my attention, but tonight I let them Doppler by as I sit.

I like the calm that settles in on a night like this. Though I’m in the city, I really could be anywhere. The delicate balance between content and resignation at another day’s passing has been struck. No need for deep thoughts tonight–best that they be allowed to slip in then fade like the evening sounds.

The after dusk cool sets in and the clouds start to move. Then so do I.

Facebook Free – The First 24 Hours

June 2nd, 2009 | Posted by AnnMarie in Uncategorized - (0 Comments)

For the background on the torturous experiment I’m embarking on, please read yesterday’s post.

Day 1 - I changed my Facebook status to say I’m going to be under the radar for the next while, and to phone or email to get in touch with me. I felt a little nervous, oddly, because it’s a pretty vague message. But if anyone really wants to talk to me that much, they’ll now know how to find me.

The Background

To further explain why I’ve decided to do this, I should probably explain a little more about who I am, and how I behave and interact with my electronic devices. For those of you who don’t know me, I’m from a rural area on Cape Breton Island. We didn’t have cable television (or anything more than the national broadcaster, for that matter) and though I left home just when the web was gaining popularity, my parents back home still can’t get high speed internet unless they’re willing to spring for their own orbiting satellite. I spent entire days outside in the yard, by the lake, or in the woods near my house. I read books as if their very existence was threatened and generally did kid things.

But later, once I’d embarked on more career-oriented jobs (as opposed to the myriad service-oriented jobs I held until I figured out what I wanted to be when I grew up), I found myself in front of a computer to do my work all day every day. Just as I do know. I spend eight to ten hours of each and every day in front of a monitor. Between that, and my mobile phone, I spend a lot of time in what I perceive to be my virtual life. They’re my primary means of communication, but at the end of the day, I find it a bit much. I find I can no longer keep a thought in my head for more than a few seconds, and just a few seconds later, I can’t remember what the thought was.

I started what I’m affectionately terming my “adventure in analogue” with Facebook because I can’t give up being online wholesale because of work. So, unless I’m on vacation, I have to be online. But the ‘Book is something I normally spend way too much time looking at. I click on it without even thinking about it, without consciously having something to look at. I just click around as if my finger needs the exercise. And trust me, as an editor, it does NOT need the exercise. My backside? Yes. My mouse finger? Nay nay.

Today’s Results

My friend sent me a link to a photo of the new guys she’s making out with these days. My finger hovered over the mouse button, about to click, until I saw the root of the site: Facebook. This would mean I’d have to log in to look at it, and I’m quite sure the temptation is too great. I’ll somehow justify a reason to “quickly look at my own profile, just this once, to make sure people get what I mean from my status”. So I let it be.

I was tempted quite a few times to log in and see if I have any new full messages. Not wall posts or invitations to listen to punk rock singles or send gifts to people. But real bona fide messages. Believe it or not, I didn’t succumb. Although my mouse most assuredly hovered over the link.

I honestly thought today would be terrible, but despite a few near misses, I’m okay. Iam extra busy at work these days, with deadlines hurtling themselves at breakneck speed towards the wazoo, which might explain the lack of FBDT’s.

Or maybe it’s just too soon.