An essay on Lost, with a focus on the finale.
Yeah, that’s the big one, if ever I might get to it.
a post for FreeVerse this coming Wednesday;
a reading update, in which I’m stretched in at least four directions;
a review of On Beauty by Zadie Smith, with nods to E. M. Forster and Howards End;
a poem to plumb my soul;
that book about my parents that Jeff wants me to write.
I’ve actually spent a good amount of time in the basement writing, this last couple hours — well, mostly writing, with a little web exploration before and after — while Jeff took charge of the boys. It wasn’t a writing project for pleasure, unfortunately, but I made some progress, and appreciate Jeff giving me the chance to be productive. Plan for the not-too-distant future: minimize requirement to write for others, maximize time and opportunity to write for myself.