Dispatches from the Writing Life #21: Just Write the Paragraph

While mucking around in chapter four revisions, which have been taking a very (very) long time, one of the things I got stuck on was where to place a new paragraph. That may seem odd, given that this book project is a chronological narrative of Jane Grant’s experiences connected with The New Yorker. The sequential time frame provides the basic structure, but there are always some issues that need to be addressed about a person’s life that cut across different periods of time. That’s what I was dealing with.

The paragraph only needed about three or four sentences, but it involved a crucial part of Jane’s love life that had the potential to spill over, with perhaps some negative consequences, into her professional life. A bit complicated, but not too much.

I don’t want to admit how long it took me to listen to that little voice that kept telling me to just write the paragraph. When I read through the chapter again later, which I know I’ll do at least once or a million times, I can move it if I decide it works better in another spot. But at least it will have been written.

So, I did, and it was fine, and I moved on. (It has not gone unnoticed that the “just write” advice is also applicable to blog posts, but that, as you must have realized, took even longer to accept.)

Another big chapter four revision achievement: applying my usually pretty good sleuthing skills to verify the identity of an officer Jane knew in France. The relationship was fairly fleeting, but it nevertheless revealed something important about how Jane viewed marriage. I needed to know something more about the man in question. I didn’t have much to start with, but it was enough to eventually match signatures on two different primary source documents.

Now I’m hoping that my next blog post will reveal some lofty views of chapter five revisions.

What I’ve Been Reading

I really enjoyed two mysteries: The Ending Writes Itself by Evelyn Clarke and Blunt Instrument by Amy Bloom. I especially enjoyed Bloom’s because I’m always here for a good academic murder mystery.

Tana French’s excellent The Keeper is less (much less) a mystery novel than an absorbing tale of the complexities of life in a small, rural Irish village. There’s more conversation than action, so the drama simmers until French delivers a real yikes of an ending. And Ann Cleeves (we refer to her as Anne of Cleves) also dealt a yikes ending in Blue Lightning. I’m a big fan of her Jimmy Perez novels and love the Shetland t.v. series.

Two very good and very different historical novels: Land by Maggie O’Farrell (she always comes up with something interesting) and Karen Tei Yamashita’s Questions 27 & 28, about the internment of Japanese Americans during World War II. While I appreciated that it’s innovative and challenging, I wished that Yamashita’s plot was a bit easier to follow. The subject matter is so very important.

I just started Yellow Pine by Claire Vaye Watkins. I’m not sure if it’s going to stick.

I haven’t been motivated to pick up much nonfiction, but I mostly liked Carolines Bicks’s Monsters in the Archives: My Year of Fear with Stephen King, a hybrid of memoir—Bicks is the Stephen E. King Chair of Literature at the University of Maine—and literary criticism/history. I also enjoyed Jayne Anne Phillips’s Small Town Girls: A Writer’s Memoir.

What I’ve Been Watching

So much since I last checked in that I’ll try to keep this short rather than exhaustive.

Right now, what I’m enjoying the most is Reacher (Prime) and Star Trek: Strange New Worlds (Paramount+). Saw the first episode of Netflix’s Nordic police thriller, Blood Sacrifice, and it’s intense.

Liked Dark Winds, Mindfully Murder, My Brilliant Career (all on Netflix) and PBS’s new season of Patience. BritBox’s Gone was watchable but ultimately unsatisfying. In the Dark was a bit better, but it needed another season to tie up loose ends. Much more interesting and fun was Ride or Die (Prime). I streamed some good movies: Hamnet, The Friend, Sheep Detectives, Project Hail Mary, and rewatches of MASH and The Big Lebowski.

What Else Was/Is Happening

We went to see the big summer movie, The Odyssey. Our local theater offers $5 Tuesdays (with $2 small popcorn) so it was an easy decision to go. Except for the room-thumping volume, I enjoyed it. I’ve never read any of Homer’s epic, so I only had a general idea of the story.

Then I streamed the 2024 film The Return, with Juliette Binoche and Ralph Fiennes, which I liked a lot more. This does not appear to be a majority opinion. “A weary existential funk surrounds the movie from the beginning and never lifts,” is how Matt Zoller Seitz describes it in his review on rogerebert.com. I must have really been in the mood for existential funk, because I found it fascinating all the way through. It almost made me want to read Homer. Almost.

This Tuesday we’re going to see Coyote vs. Acme. We contain multitudes.

(Kind of how I’ve been feeling with these manuscript revisions.)

Oh, yes of course, there has been bowling, with its usual ups and downs. This most recent week was one of the best I’ve had all summer, so that was encouraging.

Thanks, as always, for reading. See you next time.

Dispatches from the Writing Life #20: Jane Grant is Back in France

It felt like I was stuck in chapter one (re)revisions on an endless loop. But, of course, it wasn’t endless because one day I did reach the end **and** realized there was nothing I needed (at that point) to go back and fix. So I left it there.

Then I returned to chapter three, the ending of which prompted me, many weeks ago, to take another look at chapter one and chapter two. New revisions on chapter three didn’t take very long this time around—it was mostly a matter of deciding how I wanted to deal with a couple of secondary source information dumps I had added so I could take some books back to the library before they were overdue. I deleted some of that information because it turned out to be unnecessary. The rest I incorporated where needed.

Now I’m back in chapter four, in which Jane is overseas with the YMCA during and just after World War I. Her first job was as a secretary or clerk at Tours, France, work she found dull even though she understood how it benefited the soldiers. She was much happier socializing with them after hours and tried to split her time as evenly as possible between enlisted men and officers. There was much flirting, but Jane wasn’t looking for a serious relationship.

(Jane Grant stayed here when she came to Paris.)

It wasn’t long before Alexander Woollcott, her friend and colleague from The New York Times, arranged her transfer to the Y’s Entertainment Bureau. That brought Jane first to Paris, where she met Harold Ross (and we all know how that turned out), then on to various locations in France and Germany with a performing troupe.

As I mentioned way back in #4 of this series about this overseas chapter: “There is less to weed out, and more to weave in.” (There was also enough stuff to weave in earlier chapters that I had to create a new one, so what was once chapter three is now chapter four.) I’m still trying to track down a source or two that can provide additional insight on the AEF presence in Tours. There will likely be other things like that to weave in, but I don’t know exactly what right now.

What I’m Reading

Monsters in the Archives: My Year of Fear with Stephen King by Caroline Bicks. This is an interesting hybrid of memoir—Bicks is the Stephen E. King Chair of Literature at the University of Maine—and literary criticism/history. I haven’t read a lot of King’s books (there are so many!), but The Stand is one of my all-time favorite novels, and this is holding my interest, especially as Bicks examines the differences in King’s story drafts.

Karen Tei Yamashita’s unique and challenging novel Questions 27 & 28, about the internment of Japanese Americans during World War II. Stunning.

I finished two excellent books: Jayne Anne Phillips’s memoir, Small Town Girls, and Megan Kate Nelson’s The Westerners: Mythmaking and Belonging on the American Frontier. Highly recommend both.

I also finished Sherry Thomas’s mystery novel, The Librarians, which started off well enough but ended up with an overstuffed plot.

What I’m Watching

Eagerly watching season 4 of Dark Winds, which recently dropped on Netflix, and very glad to know that AMC has renewed it for another season.

In the current watch rotation but proceeding rather pokily are season 2 of The Agency (Paramount+), Waking the Dead (BritBox), Lawmen: Bass Reeves and Mindfully Murder (both on Netflix).

We sped through both seasons of Karen Pirie (BritBox), which was a re-watch for me, but a welcome one after having been to Scotland. It was a nice reminder of how good the series is.

I watched all of Netflix’s Little House on the Prairie as quickly as I could. I liked it a lot. That may be because I’m not a die-hard fan of the original books—I don’t remember even reading them all when I was young. Give me Nancy Drew any time. But I’m a huge fan of Caroline Fraser’s book Prairie Fires: The American Dreams of Laura Ingalls Wilder. I’m looking forward to the next season of this series.

I finally finished A Place to Call Home (Prime) and found it an interesting iteration of a soap opera.

What Else Is Happening

No bowling during the week of the 4th of July. The alley shut down for a very long holiday weekend. Returning the week after was a little rough on one of us who bowled poorly with the other rolling their highest score ever, in large part due to two turkeys in one game!

It’s hot, hot, hot. I thought Wisconsin’s heatwave had already come and gone, but that was only the shorter first one. This second one is stretching across at least a couple of weeks. And now we’re getting hit with smoke and haze from wildfires further north. Yikes.

And here at Southfork, the loaner cats only have a couple more days with us. It will seem very quiet when they are back in their own home.

Thanks, as always, for reading. Stay cool. See you next time.

Dispatches from the Writing Life #19: When Biographical Subjects (Nearly, Maybe) Collide

Over the last half of this past week, I had to swap my writing time for interview prep time. There is a documentary in progress on Dr. Mary Walker, Medal-of-Honor-winning Civil War physician and relentless women’s rights activist, and I was asked to talk—in front of a camera—about her life and the book I wrote about it.

I’ve given many presentations about Walker, but most of them focused on her Civil War experiences that led to the Medal of Honor. So, I was especially delighted with the opportunity to talk about her commitment to dress reform and women’s suffrage, plus a variety of other women’s rights issues.

On October 23, 1915, when Dr. Walker was in her early 80s, she turned up in New York City for a women’s suffrage parade. The event kicked off at Washington Square at 3:00 on a chilly but sunny afternoon and continued about three miles along Fifth Avenue to Fifty-ninth Street. Participants (just over 25,000, including 2500 men, according to The New York Times) represented the National American Woman Suffrage Association, the Women’s Political Union, the Women’s Trades Union League, and other groups.  

It was a huge event; to that date, the largest suffrage parade held in the city. Crowd estimates ranged from tens of thousands, to a hundred thousand, to two hundred thousand.

(Suffrage parade, October 23, 1915. Library of Congress. George Grantham Bain Collection.)

I like to imagine Jane Grant somewhere in that crowd of observers. If she was working that Saturday, she may have slipped away from her desk at The New York Times late in the afternoon to watch. Maybe she caught sight of Mary Walker—though it’s hard to believe that the elderly doctor marched for very long. I think about that overlap, two very determined women in the same place at the same time but knowing nothing of each other. Jane, young and at the beginning of her career, not yet realizing how important women’s rights would become in her life. Dr. Walker, near the end of her life, motivated for decades by a deep belief in gender equality.

These kinds of what-if, almost, maybe historical encounters always intrigue me. But now I’m back to those Jane Grant revisions, and who knows what will spark my imagination next.

What I’m Reading

I’m a couple of chapters into Jayne Anne Phillips’s memoir, Small Town Girls, and am finding the writing just lovely. Still reading and admiring historian and Pulitzer Prize finalist Megan Kate Nelson’s The Westerners: Mythmaking and Belonging on the American Frontier.

I’ve started The Librarians, a mystery by Sherry Thomas, which is intriguing so far.

I finished and enjoyed two novels: Virginia Pye’s Marriage and Other Monuments and Ann Patchett’s Whistler. I read Elizabeth Strout’s Things We Never Say in two sittings and have lots of opinions about it.

What I’m Watching

In the current watch rotation are season 2 of The Agency (Paramount+), Waking the Dead (BritBox), Lawmen: Bass Reeves and Mindfully Murder (both on Netflix).

I’m on the final season of A Place to Call Home (Prime). Deep Space Nine (Paramount+) has taken a backseat to this Australian drama.

Finished The Other Bennet Sister (BritBox), The Boroughs (Netflix), Legends (Netflix), and The Pembrokeshire Murders (BritBox), Spider Noir (Prime), and St. Denis Medical (Netflix).

The Other Bennet Sister was pleasant but irritatingly divided into 30-minute episodes. The Boroughs had its solid cast and good premise weakened by an anemic plot. Legends and The Pembrokeshire Murders were both well done. I really fell for the noir vibe of Spider Noir, which was the perfect vehicle for Nicholas Cage. And I’m looking forward to another season of St. Denis Medical.

What Else Is Happening

Weekly bowling had its usual highs (a sparrow) and lows (gutter balls and impossible splits), but it’s still fun.

And here at Southfork, we are cat sitting for three weeks, an elderly brother-sister feline duo. We are entertained.

Thanks, as always, for reading. See you next time.

Dispatches from the Writing Life #18: “You’re Going the Wrong Way!”

As I’ve been kind of stuck on revisions in Chapter One of the Jane Grant book, I keep thinking of this scene from the 1987 comedy classic Planes, Trains and Automobiles.

In their hurry to get home to their families for Thanksgiving, the characters played by Steve Martin and John Candy take the wrong highway ramp and will soon find themselves barreling into oncoming traffic. A couple driving in the right direction try to warn them that they’re going the wrong way. But Candy says to Martin, “How would he know where we’re going.”

My plan, as far as I remember it, had been to move through this round of revisions sequentially, chapter by chapter. That worked okay until the third chapter raised some questions about the second, which in turn sent me back to the first. I realized I didn’t like Chapter One at all, so I’ve been taking a lot of time going back over sources, notes, and drafts to try and work out why it doesn’t work. After more than two weeks, I’ve inched through about six pages.

My goal now is to stick with the chapter and not get sidetracked by another. Like Martin and Candy, I think I’m going the right way. But there’s always the chance that I don’t know yet where this chapter, which focuses on Jane’s first years in New York City, will take me. That’s the revision journey.

What I’m Reading

To continue with the automobile theme, reading has taken a backseat to writing and other things in life. But I’m continuing with historian and Pulitzer Prize finalist Megan Kate Nelson’s latest, The Westerners: Mythmaking and Belonging on the American Frontier. I’ve also started a novel by Virginia Pye, Marriage and Other Monuments.

I finished the Val McDermid police procedural set in Edinburgh, Past Lying, and liked it.

What I’m Watching

In the current watch rotation are The Boroughs (Netflix), Spider Noir (Prime), Legends (Netflix), and The Pembrokeshire Murders (BritBox). St. Denis Medical (Netflix) is the current filler show. It’s not quite as engaging as Ghosts UK, but it doesn’t irritate, so that’s good.

I’m still returning to The Other Bennet Sister (BritBox), A Place to Call Home (Prime), and Deep Space Nine (Paramount+).

Finished the last season of Ghosts UK (Paramount+), which was wonderful and I miss the characters, BritBox’s After the Flood, and the second season of The Chestnut Man (Netflix), which had an unexpected twist. Easily raced through season two of The Four Seasons, which I always think I will like more than I actually do. To be fair, I feel the same about the original movie.

What Else Is Happening

Weekly bowling remains on the schedule even through the summer months. There has been no overall improvement in my games, but some good frames happen now and then.

I’ve spent my first afternoon of the season on the golf course. I would never claim to play an actual game because despite a couple of sets of lessons, hitting the ball, much less hitting it far and straight, remain elusive. This summer, at least once a month, I’ll walk the nine-hole course, push my cart, and take a few swings on every hole. There is no score keeping. But this week we were treated to the sight of a family of Sandhill cranes rooting around for food on the ninth hole and a couple of herons flying overhead. It was a good time.

And here at Southfork, thanks to the foreman (aka Charles), the lawn and garden beds are thriving. The peonies that I look forward to so much every year have had their glory days, but the amaryllises and irises have taken up the slack with spectacular blossoms. The two new pears trees and the mulberry tree, started as bare roots, are leafing out. The back forty is bursting with color from many different plants and flowers. The cat mint (that I always mistake for Russian sage) is gorgeously purple. The apple trees appear to be in good shape. (Only fruit grows here at Southfork, not vegetables.) There will be more blooming throughout the summer. I’ve spotted the first hummingbirds of the season, plus there have been lots of busy bumblebees around.

Thanks for reading. Hope you stop in again to find out which way my writing is going.

Dispatches from the Writing Life #17: After a Week in Scotland

There’s nothing of note to report on my revisions of the Jane Grant manuscript. I’ve recently returned from a weeklong vacation and am still settling back in. In terms of writing, this involved starting a reread of the chapter in which Jane makes her movie debut (the subject of my last post). I needed to reacquaint myself with the sequence of events to see how it all flows and work out some clunky prose as I went along. It’s been a quiet re-entry, which is good for those first post-vacation days.

Scotland was lovely. We stayed in Edinburgh, in the city center, so we could walk to just about everything we wanted to see. Twice we ventured outside of the city: once on a tour to the Highlands with a stop at Loch Ness for a boat ride and once on the train to Glasgow to see the Gallery of Modern Art and take a walking tour.

During one of our Edinburgh days, we went to the National Gallery. I was immediately drawn to this portrait and wanted to know more about the subject.

Look at her expression.

(Portrait of Naomi Mitchison by Wyndham Lewis, 1938)

I was not surprised to learn that Naomi Mitchison (1897-1999) was a writer and women’s rights activist. The Gallery’s website provides this description of her life:

“Naomi Mitchison was a novelist, poet and passionate campaigner for social justice and women’s rights. Born in Edinburgh, Mitchison’s first novel was published in 1923, when she was twenty-six. Mitchison wrote over seventy books during her lifetime and edited and contributed to many more. She also produced hundreds of articles for newspapers and journals. Mitchison travelled extensively over five continents, was involved in the campaign for access to birth control from the 1920s and spent nearly twenty years as a local councillor in the Scottish Highlands. She was awarded a CBE in 1981.”

Another painting from later in her life is nearly as arresting.

(Portrait of Naomi Mitchison by Clifton Pugh, 1974)

The Gallery website provided additional details of her life in connection with this painting:

“Edinburgh-born Naomi Mitchison was a writer of plays, fiction, poetry and essays as well as being a passionate campaigner for a range of social and political issues. With her husband, barrister and later Labour MP, G. Richard Mitchison, she entertained a circle of intellectuals and literary friends in their house in Hammersmith and later at Carradale in Kintyre. During the 1950s and 1960s she travelled widely in India, the Middle East and Africa. Her personal involvement with the Bakgatla people of Botswana – to which the inscription on this portrait refers – inspired a number of writings on African issues. Mitchison was awarded a CBE in 1981. She died at Carradale in 1999, aged 101. The National Galleries of Scotland also hold a sculpture bust and an earlier portrait of Mitchison.”

A quick internet search about Mitchison (minus any AI “sources”) revealed that she was interested in science (specifically genetics), qualified for a spot at Oxford University, and halted her studies to volunteer as a nurse during World War I. Mitchison married a barrister in 1916 and turned to writing in the 1920s. She also had seven children and a string of lovers.

Hers was a life packed with adventures. It was big and important, deserving of a biography. I’m going to track down Jenni Calder’s, titled The Nine Lives of Naomi Mitchison.

What I’m Reading

I’ve started historian Megan Kate Nelson’s latest, The Westerners: Mythmaking and Belonging on the American Frontier.

In honor of the Scotland vacation, I picked up a Val McDermid police procedural set in Edinburgh, Past Lying, the seventh in her series featuring Karen Pirie. It holds my interest.

What I’m Watching

Started Legends, about a small team of British customs agents circa 1990 attempting to infiltrate a heroin ring, and the second season of The Chestnut Man, a Danish mystery, both on Netflix.

Continuing with The Other Bennet Sister (still enjoyable) and After the Flood, both on BritBox.

Heading into the last season of Ghosts UK (Paramount+). I’m still watching the Australian drama from the 2010s, A Place to Call Home (Prime), but it’s getting a bit soapy. I may have to alternate with episodes of Deep Space Nine (Paramount+).

Finished The Trial of Christine Keeler (BritBox), an interesting British political drama set in the 1960s.

What Else Is Happening

Getting back to bowling after a week off wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Despite too many splits and a few gutter balls, the overall scores were acceptable. I especially appreciated rolling two strikes in the tenth frame.

Have a good couple of weeks. Hope you stop by for the next installment.