What a strange summer this has been in western Pennsylvania. Days are cool and nights are cooler. The sky is always heavy with gray-bottomed clouds. A low, barely audible rumble seems to emanate from the earth. The sun, I’m told, is rising a few degrees closer to north, the moon looks odd, and the stars are not where they used to be. Plus, my hair is thinning at an alarming rate. Something weird is afoot with the universe.
How is one to respond to these mysteries?
I’ll keep typing, I guess, even though that previously simple task has also taken a devilish turn. Lines jump out of place before I finish them and imbed themselves elsewhere in the text, so that I have to search to find them again. Meantime, birds stare at me from the telephone line. Socks disappear from the dryer, leaving no clue to their whereabouts, no note, not even a trail of lint.
Recently my agent suggested that I consider storing all of my documents in the Cloud. I suspect that’s where my hair and my socks have gone. It’s comforting to think that they are somewhere. But the thought of entrusting my life’s work to the netherland of cyberspace produces in me another shivering fit. I do not trust the Cloud. What if the Cloud is a huge, invisible spy satellite? What if the Cloud gets hacked? What if it springs a leak? What if all of that accumulated information and creativity begins to think of itself as the mind of God and realizes how outmoded and irrelevant we flesh machines are?
Maybe it’s best not to contemplate such matters. If only I could stop wondering about my socks….
Meanwhile, I find order where I can. The work continues. I recently added three collections of personal essays to my list of available books. You can find them on Amazon under these titles: Chasing the Boo, True Stories & Reflections from the Writer’s Life; What I Know, More True Stories & Reflections from the Writer’s Life; 10 Easy Steps to Becoming A Writer, True Stories & Reflections on the Writing Life.
I’m also busy squaring up the corners on two more books of fiction. I’ll tell you about them and about a nonfiction project-in-progress when I feel confident that the Cloud isn’t listening.
Until next time….