History of Wolves: A Review (of sorts)

Fair warning: this will be full of spoilers because I can’t not talk about some things.  So, x out now if you don’t want the plot ruined.

This is more for me than it is for you.  I think this will end up being more of a self-reflection than a proper book review, so here’s your second chance to bail out. 😉

I can’t recall how I came upon History of Wolves.  I subscribe to EW strictly for their book recs, so I think it was in a recent issue that gave a one-sentence blurb about lots of books. Maybe it was because the cover was inviting in its simplicity, maybe it was that its title made me think of my obsession with Game of Thrones (#whereisghost).  Whatever it was, it was a meant to be.41bi2bhiygsl-_sx329_bo1204203200_

Linda, a 14-year-old Minnesotan, is deeply connected to nature.  Raised on a commune as an only child, Linda spent her childhood in the woods understanding how nature works and how it’s all interconnected, how the extremes of both hot, but especially cold, weather affects everything, how to survive.  As much as she is interested in her surroundings, she is obviously very lonely, though she doesn’t seem to notice.  She seems very confident in her independence, yet her lack of meaningful relationships with her peers and parents leaves her awkward and obvious, a target for others.

It’s not until she strikes up an uncomfortable relationship with a teacher that she finally shows her yearning for connection, however inappropriate.  When the teacher is later accused of having a relationship with another student and possessing child porn (Don’t worry, this concept isn’t discussed in detail.), Linda is left feeling confused and rejected.  One has to remember that she’s a teenager, and everything that is NOT about her IS about her.

In fact, that’s one thing that Fridlund does well: immersing the reader into the mind of a self-absorbed teenager so that no matter how many years has passed from adolescence to adulthood, the reader remembers immediately how it feels to see the world through ego-centric glasses.

This novel leaves me with 2 main take-aways:

  • (Remember, you were warned: major spoiler!) First, I had absolutely no idea what Christian Science was.  Maybe if I had, I would have been tipped off by the 2 sections of the book: Science and Health.  I don’t think Christian Science in the book is supposed to be a larger metaphor or a slam on any organized religion.  Rather, I think it speaks to the extremes people will go to in order to stick to their beliefs, even at the expense of common sense and ethical compassion.
  • Second, I made a bit of a discovery.  When I was reading about Linda’s quirky idiosyncrasies, I immediately thought of my best friend’s pre-teen daughter.  I almost sent her a text to tell her that she needed to read this book about this wise-beyond-her-years, woodsy girl.  But the more I read, the more I realized that Linda actually reminded me of myself as a teenager.  For a good portion of the novel, I sympathized with her on just about every level.  Like Linda, I grew up in poverty.  Like Linda, I did not know how to connect to others because I was alone so often.  Like Linda, I carelessly misplaced my trust in others, believed anything, and yearned for acceptance.  Linda isn’t always the most likable character, but she’s almost always a sympathizing character (although a little questionable during the last few pages of the novel).  I don’t think I would like me as a teenager, either, and that’s why characterization crowns Fridlund Queen.

I pride myself on figuring out plot before it happens, but it turns out I had nothing figured out at all.  When I did make a prediction (and I made several, mind you), I was pleasantly surprised not to have called it in the end.  This novel was not predictable, and perhaps that was due to my not knowing a whole lot about the book before I read it.

Fridlund’s style did take some getting used to.  At times, I loved it, and other times it bothered me.  For example, “He’s four, he’s got an owl puzzle to do, don’t talk to him” (1).  The structure of that sentences makes me pause and read it again, not because it’s particularly beautiful but because it doesn’t flow like I think the author intended.  Maybe it’s me.  It’s probably just me.  Other times, I read certain phrases and sentences over and over again because they were beautiful to me.  Take this one for imagery, for example, “The truth was, that old woodstove was narcotic and banal to me as a child, so I was drawn to it without seeing it, and hated it without wondering why.  The winter I was nine, I laid my cheek against it while I was reading Mush, a Manual on the floor.  The burn made a bubble of clear skin–a round half globe like the air bladder of a fish–under my left eye.  The bubble grew as the days passed, rose translucently from my face, obstructed my vision when I looked down” (158).  Just gorgeous.  Another stylistic choice is the use of flashbacks and flash forwards.  This novel is always jumping around, 1-5ish pages per time period, and it makes for a seemingly fast read.  Frindlund is masterful at tying all of the relationships together by piecing them together in the alternate time lines, and it’s a nice added layer of complexity to the novel.

When I began this blog, I really wanted to discuss the ending, but since this blog is mainly for me and my reflection, I’m going to pass on that.  The ending was…something…and it needed to be revisited a couple of times the next day to make sure the meaning was conveyed.  The ending didn’t sit well with many people on Goodreads, so those who suffer from What-Did-I-Miss? syndrome will be in good company.  Such a shame, too, that a book that was so constructed so well ended up having a leaky roof.  It’s the only reason I didn’t give the book a 5-star rating.

I highly recommend this book.  As far as enjoyment of plot and characterization, this one is up there on my best-of-the-year list, no doubt.

P.S. This novel is on the Booker Prize long list.  I think, despite the ending, it’s deserving to be on the short list, which will be announced on Sept. 13.

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The Reminders: A Review (of sorts)

I’m keeping this one simple and quick.

Like a lot of the books I read, I saw this one featured in Entertainment Weekly’s book section, which is (full disclosure) the only reason I subscribe to the mag.  I liked the premise of this book, and it had a whimsical cover–covers do matter, folks!–so I added it to my list at the library that very night.51xtfyjo3il-_sx326_bo1204203200_

Side Note: My library is boss, and they had the book to me within days of its release.

The book is comprised of alternating chapters between 10-year old Joan Lennon and 30-something(?) Gavin Winters.  Gavin, a TV actor, has just lost his partner Sydney and tries to forget everything about him because the memories of him hurt a little too much.  Gavin befriends Joan who has HSAM (Highly Superior Autobiographical Memory) and can tell him in vivid detail about all the times she spent with Sydney before his sudden death.  At first Gavin isn’t sure he wants to learn anything new of the man he is trying to forget, but the allure of learning something about the man he loves is too tempting to pass over.  The two share an interesting connection that involves The Beatles, leaving a legacy, the power of memory, and the sadness of forgetting.  Their relationship is genuine and sweet, and their bond is what kept me going back to the book.

I had fully intended to finish this one in a couple of days, but life kept happening, and I couldn’t sit down for long to read, so it went on vacation with me.  I love reading by the pool or on the beach, but I noticed that I was never anxious to get back to the story like I am with most books I love.  I’m going to chalk it up to not being in the right frame of mind because there is a lot going on right now that would take precedence over reading.  The book was good, a light and easy read.  I like the turn it took about 1/2 way in that added a deeper and more meaningful layer to the story.  Also, if you keep reading, there’s this epic walrus scene, and it’s pretty great.walrus-04

You can read more about HSAM here and here.

And then if you are intrigued, you can read more about the book here and hear an interview with author Val Emmich here.

Finally, if you want to see an amazing film about the power of memory, then here:

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You Don’t Have to Say You Love Me: A Review (of sorts)

Have you read this?

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If you have, how would you describe it?

Because I don’t have words.

After reading this beautifully poignant memoir about loss and grief, forgiveness and family, I feel that any praise that I could give Sherman Alexie’s work would be grossly inadequate.  Because it would be.

This 453 page memoir is Alexie’s response to losing his mother, a woman with whom he had a strained and complicated relationship for his entire life.  It’s just about the realest book I’ve ever read.

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It’s beautifully constructed: short vignettes and poems, joined by repetitious patterns of themes and stories that resemble the construction of a quilt, his late mother’s craft. At the bookends of the memoir are two longer pieces that hold the entire work together, just like the border of a quilt.  His memoir is made with love but is constructed with pain.  Very quiltesque.

I want to write about how much I relate to Alexie’s experiences about growing up poor and with abuse, having a defiant spirit, being disgusted with injustice, feeling unlovable and unloved, being bullied (as a child and as an adult), and self-coping by purposefully forgetting painful memories, but I don’t want this review to be about me.

But it is, isn’t it?  That’s why we read books, see movies, listen to music.  We enjoy the arts because we are constantly trying to connect to others so that we know we aren’t alone in our experiences, our pain, our triumphs.

Alexie’s way of facing grief and loss head-on is brave and raw and honest.  It’s courageous because his mother is complex: he doesn’t paint her as a great and loving mother, so he seems to be mourning the mother he wished he had as much as he is grieving the mother he lost.

It’s beautiful, and you should read it.  Everyone should read it.  Some topics and themes that stood out to me are as follows:

  • His mother’s lies
  • His struggles with religion
  • His tribe’s (and other Native American’s) injustices
  • His gentle feelings about his alcoholic and at times MIA father compared to his harsh feelings about his mother who “saved his life.”
  • This quote alone: “Listen.  If it’s fiction, then it better be true.”
  • The uncertainty of memories–false memories–how memories take shape and evolve over time
  • The importance of salmon
  • Politics of today and how it relates, not only to Natives, but to EVERYONE!
  • Racism, racism, and more racism
  • Government response to anything Indian (Let us not so quickly forget Dakota Access Pipeline and Standing Rock!)
  • Grief is as repetitious as it is heartbreaking.
  • Being bullied by the very people who are supposed to support you
  • What constitutes as an unreliable narrator?

Of course, when we lose someone close to us (or not as close as we would have liked) and we feel the effects of their loss, we start to contemplate the possible the impact we have on those around us.  I wish I had written this one myself because I feel it longing inside my bones:

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This poem is for everyone in my life–

My sons, friends, mother, siblings, and my wife.

It’s a cuff to the head–a self rebuff.  

Dear ones, I have not loved you well enough.

It took me longer than expected to finish this book because I had to stop and reflect or stop and cry, then put it down for a day or so before I could face it again.  It brought up a lot of memories for me, things that I had long (and probably purposefully) forgotten.  But I always came to pick it back up, and I’m so, so glad I did.

One of Us Is Lying: A Review (of sorts)

Imagine this:

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plus this:

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but subtract the carefree fun of this:

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and that’s what you get when you read this:

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Karen M. McManus’s One of Us Is Lying is classic whodunit with a modern twist.  It centers around 5 teenagers who are sent to detention, only to have one of them murdered while they are there.  Just like 1985’s The Breakfast Club, we have an eclectic group of students: the athlete, the brains, the criminal, the social outcast, and the beauty.  All are stereotypical on the surface, but each one becomes much more complex as the story unfolds.

Told via alternate perspectives from the 4 remaining suspects, the reader is propelled into their separate–and now intertwined–worlds where there is plenty of speculation on all accounts about who committed the crime.

Full disclosure: I did have it figured out from the beginning.  I didn’t want to call it, but I am the same person who leaned into my husband about 1/2 way through The Sixth Sense and told him that dude was dead.  He has never forgiven me.  What can I say: I see dead people.

My sleuthy Sherlockian skills aside, I thought that if I ended up being right about the killer, the story would end up feeling like it fell short.  But I was wrong about that.  McManus does a great job building doubt for several characters throughout the story, so I did start to question my theory a few times.

Overall, this is a fun read, and I recommend it.  Since I don’t read as much YA anymore, I enjoyed stepping back into it, if only for a little while.

Also, I think John Hughes would have been proud.  Here: enjoy this for a minute.

 

Do Not Become Alarmed: A Review (of sorts)

I haven’t posted in a while, but this read was too good not to give a quick shout out.  The premise of this fiction (Thank God it’s fiction!) is relatable to all parents who have taken their children on vacation and have feared the worst would happen: losing your child(ren) in an unfamiliar area.  Are they dead?  Alive?  Trafficked?  Held hostage?

The panic.  The stress.  The absolute loss of control.  It’s terrifying.33155774

Whether Nora and Liv’s fears were realized in the book, I’ll leave for you to discover.  It won’t take you long; though the book is 342 pages, the chapters are short and the story progresses with great speed and alternate points of view.

Even though it’s a quick read, this book has heft and depth.  There are a lot of complexities with the characters, both internal and external, and the reader really has an opportunity to feel as they do, and all of them are relatable, whether it’s Neomi, a South American 10 year old who is trying to make it across the US border to be with her illegal-immigrant parents in NY; Marcus, an 11-year old map enthusiast with autism; or 40-something Nora, a stay at home mom and wife of a successful actor.

The character development is what I enjoyed most.  One of the book’s accomplishments is to tell the story in such a way that the reader may not realize how complex the plot is until he steps back and evaluates how the characters are responding to what is happening to them.

I still have a lot I could write about from the books that I’ve loved most this year (Exit West by Hamid and Word by Word by Stamper have been among my faves.).  Maybe stay tuned for more on those and more.  I’ll get back to writing more now that summer has officially begun.

All the Light We Cannot See: A Review (of sorts)

It took me 3 reading attempts over a 2-year span and a month and a half of reading straight through, but I finally finished All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr at 2 a.m. on a rainy Monday morning.  Why did it take me so many times or so long to read it once I finally got going?  I’ll explain.

Geez.  Why so many times?

I’ll tell you what I tell my husband when he gets irritated at my ginormous reading stack: I have condition called Book ADD.  It’s a thing.  Trust me.  I’ll start a book, and often I’ll see another prettier, shinier book and say to myself, “Let me read that for a second.”  Andall-the-light-we-cannot-see-by-anthony-doerr then I have Book ADD with that book.  And the next.  And the next.  It’s actually sort of exhausting, reading a bit of many novels and then becoming so overwhelmed at the stack of ADD books that I abandon them all and start fresh.  Compounding my diagnosis is the fact that I’m a slow reader.  Le sigh.

Gosh.  Why so long?

2 words: The Election.  I was well into the novel when The Election happened.  Sadness and despair held me up for a good week or two.  In actuality, I’m still trying to pry myself away.  Anyway, I just couldn’t go back to St. Malo and all its beautiful devastation when I felt desperate in my own life.  I needed time to make sense of my new real world before I could plunge into a historical fiction that could–given my new real world–become a reality within the next 4 years.

So what?

We read to connect with something, right?  We read to make sense of our world.  I could write for days about the parallels ALWCS and the state of our nation right now: the uncertainty, the turmoil, the madmen at the helm of ships entering dangerous waters.  But I won’t.  Somehow saying very little gives me hope that it won’t be true–like saying it out loud might make it real or give it truth.  I’m superstitious that way.

But the book, friend.  The book is gorgeous.  It does its best job at finding the beauty in the ugly, and its best won the Pulitzer.  In my wildest dreams, I still can’t craft sentences like Mr. Doerr.  Just listen to the master:

“Time is a slippery thing: lose hold of it once, and its string might sail out of your hands forever.”

“So how, children, does the brain, which lives without a spark of light, build for us a world full of light?”

God.  Just.  Why can’t I?

The characters are just as beautiful and intricate as the language, which is why–you know–Pulitzer!  Marie Laure and Werner, Jutta and Papa, Etienne and Frederick, Volkheimer and Madame Manec are surely as real to the reader as the letters on the page.  They bring light to a dark world, and thank God for that.5136536258b0765ceea8d2f959e42ca7

If you enjoy stories with characters who are beautifully flawed, with a mysterious and suspenseful plot over a back drop of Nazi-occupied France during WWII, this is the book for you.  You like folklore involving a blue diamond with a flaming red center that will give eternal life to its carrier yet curse others around it?  Yep, this book.  You fancy miniature model cities (a la Beetlejuice) and radio broadcasts that transmit secret coded messages that were once baked into bread?  This book.  You desire to read something that matters on a larger scale and helps you understand something new about yourself or your world?  This.

Go read this book.

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Feel free to also check this out.

In a Dark, Dark Wood: A Review (of sorts)

If you’re in the mood for a mystery/thriller, but not as gritty as a Gillian Flynn novel, In a Dark, Dark Wood may interest you.

If you like books that explore amnesia and dysfunctional friendships or that contain mysterious footprints in the snow, a secluded glass house in the middle of nowhere, no cell phone reception, phone lines that have been cut yet no one seems to question why, reclusive writers, people who prefer tea over coffee, British slangs and idioms, and old flames that don’t ever die out, then this is the perfect book for you.

The protagonist, Norah, never felt real to me, but I don’t think the character was supposed to be sympathetic right away.  Ware made her character one that the reader eases into.  in-a-dark-dark-wood

The plot line was just alright, and the juxtaposition of memory and contemporary time worked out okay.  The ending was predictable, but many of these books aren’t notorious for their surprise.  Well, that’s not entirely true: Flynn knows how to rock a plot line and twist it around.  However, this had an ending I could see coming from fairly early on, yet the book was just interesting enough for me to keep on reading to see if I was right.

I usually judge a book on how strongly it beckons me as it sits on the night stand.  This book sat there, silent, for many days.  It was the fact that I had to start reading the next book for my book club that made me pick this one back up and carry on.

I give it a firm “meh.” 4cb

P.S.  I was not aware until 5 seconds ago that they are making this into a movie.  And what do you know, my new buddy is on board.

Luckiest Girl Alive: A Review (of sorts)

When my friend Cody first told me about Luckiest Girl Alive, I completely dismissed him.  He had lost some book-nerd cred just moments before when he pulled out his phone and skidooed into Instragram to show me Reese Witherspoon’s account that was “chocked full of book recs.”  Reese Witherspoon?  Of Legally Blonde and Sweet Home Alabama?  If she reads at all (which I doubt), it’s probably nothing but Sparks, whose movies always get made into films.

No.

Just no.

I respected Cody, and I promised myself I wouldn’t let his lapse in judgment cloud that admiration.img_46251

Then less than two months later, my school book club chose a book as our Feb. discussion.  At the time, I had no idea that Cody’s/Reese’s book recommendation and our Feb. pick was one and the same, until I saw the cover and was immediately taken back to when I  was secretly eye rolling Cody while he was browsing Reese Witherspoon’s Insta.  The cover is pretty unforgettable.

Fine.

I’ll read this book that Reese Witherspoon recommends.  For the sake of my book club, I’ll take one for the team.

I had read that the book is compared to Gone Girl, which I really liked, so that was a plus, but even as I downloaded a free sample on my daughter’s Kindle, I was deliciously eye-balling  three other, “better” reads.  I sighed as I began chapter one.

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Right off the bat, the narrator, Ani, garnered very little of my sympathy, which was Knoll’s intention, obviously.  She’s superficial, mean spirited, and spoiled.  Unless I emotionally attach to a character, it’s hard for me to continue, but for the sake of the team, I soldiered on.  By the end of chapter 2, however, I was pretty much hooked.  If you are unaware, this book takes alternate points of view between the present- day Ani and her 14-year-old-self, TifAni.  TifAni, who we meet in chapter 2, is much more likable, but only a little and only because you can excuse her insecurities with her naivety and inexperience.

I thought this was going to be a fluff read, a book with very little substance because, you know, Reese Witherspoon.  But I was wrong.  Ani and TifAni are both very layered, complex characters who are dealing with difficult situations of which they’ve had some responsibility in creating.

But it’s TifAni’s choices that will have the reader reeling, wanting to both violently shake some sense into her and gently hug her in the same swift motion.  What makes her so real is that any reader can relate to her.  We’ve all done stupid things or reacted to situations in ways that an on-looker wouldn’t expect or think is normal.  For example, TifAni is so desperate to be accepted by her peers that she apologizes to her rapist.  She apologizes to him instead of reporting him or enacting revenge on him!  And to rub the salt into the wound, several people blame her for the sexual assault because she was drunk and should have known better.  Who believes that, let alone says it?  A lot of people do, apparently.  This type of weakness is despised by others, the feeble and the strong alike, yet our society perpetuates it because many people still don’t understand it.

What makes TifAny’s action (or inaction, if you will) worse is that her self worth is measured only by these same horrible people’s opinion of her, and it’s absolutely heart breaking. However, that’s just what makes her sympathetic to readers.  How many of us have limited our worth to the judgment of others?  It’s a common adolescent psychological behavior, one that most people grow out of as they mature.

Yet Ani doesn’t.  She has kept up a heavily masked facade, one in which she can’t tell the real from the fake.  And the effort she exerts to keep up this image!  It’s completely exhausting.  And sad.  And disappointing.

We all do this to some degree, you know, invent ourselves or reinvent ourselves, and that’s why this novel speaks to people.  Hopefully we will never have to face the tragedies that TifAni has to, and hopefully we will never have to exhaust ourselves with being people we are not like Ani does.  But we are there…somewhere in between the two extremes, praying for acceptance and wishing to better ourselves, hopefully without any collateral damage.

You should take Reese’s advice and read this book.  The film adaptation is coming soon, so do your homework and prepare.

P.S. Cody, if you’re reading this, I’m currently following Reese Witherspoon’s Instagram.  You were right; I was wrong.  😉

The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender: A Review (of sorts)

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This is going to be short.

It will be short, not because I don’t have much to say about this novel, but because there’s nothing I can say that would ever do justice to its beauty.  I don’t have the words to describe it because I don’t know if words have yet been invented that are majestic enough to reflect its grandeur.  dsc_0253-1

Just go out right now and buy this book.

Stop what you are doing.

Right now.

Go buy it and stay up all night reading about a generational matriarchy that ends with a girl who is born with the wings of a bird–or an angel–you be the judge.

Maybe have a cup of coffee or tea, and some freshly baked bread, while you devour the story.

You will not be disappointed.  I am disappointed only because I didn’t write this story myself.

 

Manage Your Day-To-Day: Build Your Routine, Find Your Focus & Sharpen Your Creative Mind: A Review (of sorts)

Up until recently, my ever-long quest to find the right balance of work and pleasure had been unsuccessful.  I’ve started a novel that I never have time to work on.  I work late, come home, and work some more.  After doing some chores around the house and having dinner, I do grad school work, check Facebook, do more house chores, and try to fit in some family time.  By 11:00, I’m winding down with a book or looking to have some creative time to write. The thing is, I’m too tired to be creative at 11:00 on a school night.  I might make it through half of a paragraph in a book I’m reading.  All right, my quest is still not successful, but I’m working on it, okay? 😉

Strangely and unexpectedly, a grad school assignment helped me find the balance I was manage-your-day-to-day-reviewlooking for.  I was tasked to read a book about literary citizenship/finding creativity, and I chose to read Manage Your Day-To-Day: Build Your Routine, Find Your Focus & Sharpen Your Creative Mind.  It’s a superlong title for a book that packs a punch with tips for making the best of your limited time.

The book begins with giving some inspirational stats about some successful and famous creative folks.  Did you know that Ernest Hemingway wrote 500 words per day, no matter what (23)?  Also, Stephen King has an impressive morning routine that involves taking his vitamin and listening to music before he starts typing away at his latest horror story (28).

Aside:  I wonder what music he listens to for inspiration?  I’m thinking Marilyn Manson, maybe?

Here are just a few amazing tips the various book contributors give for those of us struggling to find the time to be creative:post-it-notes

  1. Post-It Notes: If you’re a list maker (…like me.  I freaking love making lists!  Who wouldn’t like to make lists when you can make lists on these?), make your daily to-do list on a 3×3 Post-It.
    Doing this will keep you from trying to pack in too much in one day, which you’d never get done anyway.  It will force you to determine the most important things you need to do (28).  Also, if I’m on your Secret Santa list, these make me happy.  I LOVE Post-Its of all varieties.  But not the cheap ones; they don’t stick for crap.
  2. “Establish hard edges in your day” (29): Set your routine.  Contributor Mark McGuinness suggests to start with an hour of the day you wake up and the time at night when you should be in bed.  Fill in the in-between with the appropriate time needed to do the required part of your day.  For example, I’m not a morning person.  At all.  So, my during-the-school-year (not a game night) routine would be something like this (and this definitely needs to get amended!):
    1. 6:00 wake up and get ready
    2. 7:00 breakfast
    3. 7:15 leave for school
    4. 8:00 work
    5. 4:00 leave work (except this NEVER happens.  I’m usually there until at least 5:00.)
    6. 4:00 (5:00) come home and finish work
    7. 5:00 chores
    8. 6:00 start dinner
    9. 7:00 eat dinner
    10. 7:30 clean kitchen
    11. 8:00 family time
    12. 9:00 kids getting ready for bedtime/chores
    13. 10:00 grad school work
    14. 11:00 (or 12:00) read/creative time
  3. Write frequently and routinely (33): Contributor Gretchen Rubin suggests that we write every day, no matter what, even if it’9202074dce511a5634e41eac08b519d6s for 15 minutes.  Sometimes we don’t feel like writing or being creative, but we can’t afford to wait for when we feel creative or have epiphanies.  We.  Just.  Must.  Write.  The.  End.  Rubin suggests that writing frequently “makes starting easier, […] keeps ideas fresh, […] keeps the pressure off, […] sparks creativity, […] nurtures frequency, […] fosters productivity, […] is a realistic approach” (34-36).  I’ve tried this over the last week and a half, and I must say that I am beginning to see a difference in my product.  Some times I can think of nothing to write, so I just write words and word associations, but at least it’s something.  It’s more than I was doing before.
  4. Build Renewal into Your Workday (49): Contributor Tony Schwartz says that “the challenge is that the demand in our lives increasingly exceeds our capacity (51).  Can I get an amen?  This is the story of my life.  This is why, when I’m trying to write an awesome blog post or write an essay for grad school at 11:30 p.m., I just stare at the screen.  I’ve got nothing left.  I’m full (but I feel empty).  I’m done for.  Schwartz says that there are several ways to combat this issue during the day so that you can have sustenance throughout the rest of your waking hours, become more efficient while you’re at work, and have energy and creativity left over for when you’re back at home:
    1. Match your routines to the natural rhythms of your body (52).
    2. Take a 5-10 break at midmorning to talk to a colleague about something other than work (53).
    3. Take a 30 minute walk during lunch time (53).
  5. Find time to focus on creativity (74):  Contributor Cal Newport says that in addition to the routine that you’ve set for yourself (see #2 above), build in focus time.  He says to start for one hour a day.  From there, build in 15 more minutes at a time until you get to a good chunk of time that works for you.  business-does-not-need-facebook-pageHowever, he says that there can be no distractions.  At all.  If you sit down and start to focus and you check Facebook quickly, then scratch it and start over.  Everyone knows the black hole Facebook will suck you into.  And I admit, this is my biggest fail.  This is the one thing I will have to overcome: The Facebook Fail.  Later in the book, contributor Dan Airely says that we should be aware of our compulsions so that we can avoid them (92).  I clearly know what mine is.  Do you know yours?  Newport also recommends working on an isolated task at a time and varying up your “focus locale.”
  6. Multitasking is multi-dangerous (81):  Okay, so I’m paraphrasing a bit, but contributor Christian Jarrett says that people can only multitask with “automatic behaviors like walking” (82).  51286664It makes sense, then, that if you’re being creative, you’re using complex thought. Therefore, we should shut out any distractions that would cause us to “task-switch.”  Again, with the Facebook suckage mentioned above, checking social media is NOT multi-tasking because it is counter productive to your mission.  Also, check out what author Jonathan Franzen did to eliminate distractions when writing Freedom.
  7. Unplug (113): Contributor Scott Belsky says that we should be aware of how much time we spend connected to the intertron. unplug When we are constantly online and being bombarded with information, we limit our own brainpower.  He says that we should limit our time online each day and recognize when we are online for superfluous reasons (This is a repeating suggestion throughout the book).
    1. Also, did you know that there was such a thing as screen apnea (153)?!?! Oh my goodness, just breathe, people!  Your computer isn’t worth dying over.
  8. Unnecessary Creation (174): Contributor Todd Henry suggests that we need to create just to create, that the mind needs it and craves it, and it comes freely with routine.  It allows us to follow “impractical curiosities […] and take risks and develop skills that can be later applied to on-demand creating” (174-175).  I wish I had the physical space and the time to create for creation’s sake.  Maybe after I’m out of grad school and/or have a new house, my creative life will bloom.
  9. Letting go of perfection (203): Contributor Elizabeth Grace Saunders says that you should never be plagued by the wp_20130904_00420130904162828desire (and/or expectation) of perfection. If you’re stuck at the start, Saunders says that you should understand that there is never an ideal time to begin something, so just do it.  If you’re lost in the middle, prioritize what’s important and go from there.  If you’re stuck at the end, finish the minimum and be okay with being done for a while.  All of these ideas spoke to me because I want things to be perfect all of the time, with everything that I do.  At times, it causes me to be immobile.  I plan to reflect upon these as I continue to move forward for writing.
  10. Getting unstuck (213): Contributor Mark McGuinness says that there are a few ways to make progress if there are some barriers in the way:getting-unstuck1
    1. Inspiration Drought: one idea is to take a break and come back later.
    2. Emotional Barrier: write in private for now, with no intent to publish until you feel it’s right.
    3. Personal Problems: use your creative work as an outlet.

I’m always feeling stuck, so these are important to me, and I thought they might speak to you as well.

This book is packed full of ideas and examples, for creating and maintaining a creative lifestyle.  These are just a couple of ideas that stood out to me and that I plan to come back to later.

My big takeaways are to know what time of day my brain is most creative, eliminate distractions, unplug from the internet, set a routine and stick to it, and muddle through the product no matter what.

I feel refreshed and ready to get back to writing my novel.  But first, I need to get my schedule straight.