Written by Terry Weyna Saturday, 13 December 2008 20:32The most momentous decision I make each time I travel is not where I will go: if I am vacationing, that is usually obvious (a spa, a beach or an isolated bed and breakfast if I'm really tired; a foreign country if I can afford it; a readerly science fiction convention if I'm feeling intellectually inclined; New York if I need a heavy dose of culture). If I am visiting family, it will be Chicago, New York or Florida; if it's on business, it will be wherever is dictated by the deposition, court hearing or document production (and usually something glamorous like a warehouse in Montgomery, Alabama or Stockton, California). It isn't what I'll wear: I have an entire wardrobe of travel knits, and I tend to build around one or two pairs of slacks and a wardrobe of sweaters varying in materials depending on climate. It isn't even what to do with the cat: she goes to her own spa and pouts for the entire duration of my travel.
No, the big decision is always: What books do I bring? The choice must be made very carefully, because I don't know what mood I'll be in when I reach my destination. Mysteries or science fiction? Better pack both. Classics? Nonfiction? Better have a variety. Hardcover or exclusively paperback? Trade paper or mass market? Library books? Books for review? Books IÂ need to read? Books I've already begun reading? Magazines? Ach, my aching head!
Written by Kelly Cozy Sunday, 07 December 2008 16:09
Written by Terry Weyna Saturday, 06 December 2008 22:16
Except for one thing. No matter how I look at it, it still seems certain to me that I will die with books I really want to read still unread. In fact, I'll probably die with books I already own still unread.
Our library contains something like 12,000 books, more or less. I'm only estimating, based upon having catalogued more than half our stuffed bookcases and closets on LibraryThing and reached a grand total of almost 7,100 books.
Written by Terry Weyna Monday, 03 November 2008 16:44It's happened again, for the fourth time: my husband has published a book and dedicated it to me. Isn't that the coolest thing in the entire world?
I've been accused of having a marriage that "sounds like the Brady Bunch" (though we have no children), and of "rubbing people's noses" in having a good one. My youngest sister mocks my joy in my Fred by saying things like, "Oh, he breathed! Didn't he breathe beautifully?!" I suppose I am a bit over the top about the guy. It probably comes from our having been married late in life, after we both suffered through unhappy first marriages.
More than that, though, I think it's that we're so very much aligned in what's important to us. What is that? Books and writing. I've alluded to that here before, but I haven't mentioned how very much those things are really the basis of our relationship. We met in the first place because I could compose a sentence, my husband tells me.
I ran an ad entitled "Do You Like to Read?" on â€” of all places â€” AOL, and he answered it. I almost didn't respond to his ad because he lived relatively far away from me (about 120 miles), but was ultimately seduced by his statement that he was a college professor and writer. I sent him what I called my "scare-away" email, the one I'd composed to send to everyone I answered.
Written by Elizabeth McCullough Thursday, 09 October 2008 17:18Gary Glass, proprietor of BookBalloon, recently spoke with Lady Banks in an Author 2 Author discussion. See the interview and much more at Lady Banks' Commonplace Book (Scroll down for the interview).
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