|wasp nest II|
photo: Katie Barnes
Other exciting events: I am going to house-sit at the manse of my beloved friends Julia Mary Gibson (author of the upcoming YA (technically "middle grade") novel, The Copper Hand (Tor Books, 2013) and Aaron Lipstadt (TV director extraordinaire, including most recently a 7-year run on “Medium”) for the month of July.
Here, instead of at my own place as planned, I will hold my 60TH BIRTHDAY PARTY POTLUCK. The theme—for my party, decade, podcast, web series, documentary film, and foreseeable life—is: “Seekers. Mystery. Art. Smarts. Laughs.” Btw, I am so not adding “Don’t Bring Presents” to the invite. Hell, no. Bring as many as you want!
I had a nice chat Tuesday noon-1 ET with Sr. Marie Pappas of “Pathways to Learning” on Sirius Radio. Sister Marie really knew her stuff, about me and St. Therese of Lisieux. She was smart, well-prepared, funny and kind, though I could tell she was not crazy about the title of my book, Shirt of Flame. “Strange,” she kept calling it. All I can say is: The fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree. Thank you, Sister Marie!
I’m realizing that my plan to run an interview with some fab creative person per week may be a bit ambitious. Nonetheless, I’m going to continue on as I can. Dayna, the bee-keeper, has agreed to talk to me in early July and I’ll go from there. In the meantime, summer, Wimbledon, and lazy (comparatively) days are coming on. So look for lots of recommendations in the coming weeks re my favorite summer reads. My mind can’t help turning to my beloved New Hampshire coast at this time of year, so many of them will probably have a New England connection.
My google Adwords campaign to date has not borne any fruit, BUT I got three good editing-manuscript jobs anyway—two from friends of friends, and another as an offshoot of a speaking gig I just landed in—I forgot to say I’m going to Natchez, Mississippi, September 8th! Yup, I’m going to speak at a convention sponsored by Natchez mover-shaker/arts booster/Catholic evangelizer Hedy Boelte. Check out the Monmouth Plantation where I'll be staying (whirlwind visit, but still).
“Polish over here, it’ll shine over there” is an adage I’ve been hearing a lot lately, and darned if it doesn’t seem to be true.
A wasp rises to its papery
nest under the eaves
where it daubs
at the gray shape,
but seems unable
to enter its own house.
|wasp nest I|
photo: Katie Barnes