Mondays at The Variegated Life: links to some stuff I’ve liked …
As I commented over at this post by Amber at Crafting My Life:
I once came up with a metaphor for what happens to a job that I am avoiding: I put it in a closet, where it grows, and grows, and grows, and becomes a BOOGIE MAN!!! And then I screw up my courage, open the door to face the BOOGIE MAN—but all that I find is a frog. Not pretty, but not terrifying, either.
This comment was in response to Amber’s mentioning (via Pam Slim) Charlie Gilkey’s concept of swallowing a frog — every day! An interesting concept, methinks, because whenever I opened that closet and found that frog, I then tended to see frogs popping up everywhere and found myself doing what I called “herding frogs” — trying to keep everything in order, but maybe not getting so much done. How much can I really get done in one day? And how do I keep track of all the frogs I can’t swallow? I’ve been thinking a lot about these questions and will be sharing some thoughts tomorrow.
In the meantime, Summer Pierre is busy busy busy doing the things on her want-to-do list (wow!), and she offered this reminder to do what you can in the space you have. Hey, Carol Shields drafted an entire novel in that way!
Margaret Atwood’s presentation at the Tools of Change for Publishing Conference — “The Anchovies Are Getting Restless” —is a must-see for authors, would-be authors, and anyone who cares about books and literature. Thanks to Christina Katz for posting the video!
At Apprentice Mumsy, mumsyjr contemplates the connection between developmental leaps and re-reading.
My small changes have me looking closely at what goes on our table and into our mouths. What’s in it? Where does it come from? How did it get here? As I’ve noted before, I’m not much of a foodie — I’m just the best our family’s got when it comes to cooking — and I tend to rely on Mark Bittman to tell me what to do. As of this month, he’s no longer writing his Minimalist column (which I never read regularly, if at all); instead, he’s now writing opinion columns, apparently on food policy. Interesting stuff — which I will be reading regularly.
As I once wrote, my husband’s paintings reveal “the beauty of this falling-apart world.” To me, his paintings are moody (though he says that’s not what he’s going for), and mostly the mood is sad. These sad interiors at Apartment Therapy remind me of his work.
And, if it’s inspiration you’re looking for … at Her Bad Mother, Catherine reminds us why we do what we do, and at … infinitely learning …, Hillary reminds us that if we aren’t happy here, we won’t be happy there.