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After finishing graduate school, I worked in a corporate job for 12 years. Starting July 2008 I have opted out and am trying out not working.

I absolutely loved my job but the only way to pursue the things I wanted to was to leave the job. And I wanted to do it before I turned 40.

The freedom to travel at a leisurely pace was one strong motivation in my decision to leave the corporate world. In my retirement blog I explore the implications of my sabbatical, and my travel blog is about the different aspects of travel that I am drawn towards.

Tuesday, August 26, 2003

39. What are you reading?

TITLE STATUS CALL NUMBER
Rapid chess improvement : a stud
DUE 09-07-03 794.12/DE LA MAZA,M

The world chess championship : B
DUE 09-17-03 794.157/WADE,R

How to beat Bobby Fischer / Edma
DUE 09-17-03 794.159/MEDNIS,E

Word of mouth : poems featured o
DUE 09-03-03 NEW BOOK/811.5408/WORD

Chess openings the easy way (MCO
DUE 09-17-03 794.122/DE FIRMIAN,N

The unknown errors of our lives
DUE 09-17-03 FIC/DIVAKARUNI,C/SC

Thursday, August 14, 2003

38. Insights from the ICC
Ayo kibitzes: everbody is getting old

Friday, August 08, 2003

37. THE FUNERAL

A woman was leaving the 7-11 Store with her morning coffee when she noticed a most unusual funeral procession approaching the nearby cemetery. A long black hearse was followed by a second long black hearse about 50 feet behind. Behind the second hearse was a solitary woman walking a pit bull on a leash. Behind, were 200 women walking single file.

The woman couldn't stand the curiosity. She respectfully approached the woman walking the dog and said, "I am so sorry for your loss, and I know now is a bad time to disturb you, but I've never seen a funeral like this. Whose funeral is it?”

The woman replied, "Well, that first hearse is for my husband.”

"What happened to him?" The woman replied, "My dog attacked and killed him."

She inquired further, "Well, who is in the second hearse?"

The woman answered, "My mother-in-law. She was trying to help my husband when the dog turned on her." A poignant and thoughtful moment of silence passes between the two women.

"Can I borrow the dog?"

"Get in line."

36. Lit Link

BTW, Toasted Cheese Review is a great website for writers. Check it out at: www.toasted-cheese.com.

UNRELIABLE TRUTH by Maureen Murdock. Exploration of the role of memory in shaping narrative and identity in memoir writing. Murdock uses her own experiences dealing with her Alzheimer-afflicted mother to explore why members of a single family may remember radically different versions of events that affected them all. She claims that memory shapes our identity and that identity shapes how we remember. (trade paper)

Elmore Leonard from the introduction to George Higgins’ The Friends of Eddie Coyle:



I was already writing in scenes, trying to move my plots with dialogue while keeping the voices relatively flat, understated. What I learned from George Higgins was to relax, not be so rigid in trying to make the prose sound like writing, to be more aware of the rhythms of coarse speech and the use of obscenities. Most of all, George Higgins showed me how to get into scenes without wasting time, without setting up the scene, where the characters are and what they look like. In other words, hook the reader right away. I also realized that criminals can appear to be ordinary people and have some of the same concerns as the rest of us.



George Higgins learned all this on his own. He majored in English at Boston College, which was my major at the University of Detroit… Higgins went on to Stanford, he said “to learn how to write fiction,” which he found out “can’t be taught, but I didn’t know that then.” I left school to write Chevrolet ads and also failed to learn anything about writing. Higgins joined the

Associated Press as a rewrite man, a step in the right direction he referred to as “like toilet training.” He returned to Boston College for a law degree, got a job as an assistant US attorney and loved it, meeting a parade of characters he would soon be using in his novels.



Still, getting published was tough. Along the way from Stanford to Eddie Coyle, Higgins wrote as many as en books that he either discarded or were rejected by publishers—perhaps for the same reason my first novel with a contemporary setting, The Big Bounce, was rejected by publishers and film producers eighty-four times in all, editors calling the book a “downer,” void of sympathetic characters—the same ones I’m writing about thirty years later. Higgins’s agent at the time of Eddie Coyle read the manuscript, told him it was unsalable and dropped him. Let this be an inspiration to beginning writers discouraged by one rejection after another. If you believe you know what you’re doing, you have to give publishers time to catch up and catch on.