Bit by bit. You’ll get there. Have patience with yourself and with the creatures around you — relatives, friends, enemies, supervisors, coworkers, supervisees, the driver who blasts a horn at you because you delayed at the stoplight for an extra second, even aggressive Chinese geese. Calm the paranoia. People aren’t out to get you. (Well… not many people, perhaps a few — the actual threat is likely to be insignificant.) One day you wake up and the bad things you thought would happen haven’t, and the good things you thought would never happen have arrived.
NEW SHORT STORY
My newest short story has been published by Amazon Kindle. “H. I. T.” explores our attempts to cope with those internally magnified threats that beset our everyday lives. A short excerpt and a link to the full story:
H. I. T.
“Is there something wrong with that bird? Is it a baby?”
An immature mockingbird sitting in the leaves and grass ten feet away.
“It is a baby,” I said. “Must have fallen from the nest. Happens all the time, especially when it’s this windy.”
Just then, the baby’s father landed in front of it and popped a freshly caught bug into the gaping mouth.
“See, Dad’s still feeding it.” The adult mockingbird did a fast one-eighty, glared at us, squawked, and spread its wings menacingly.
Stay away from my kid.
I was taken back to a vivid memory from two years before. At the time, I was living alone, endlessly questioning my…
Life? And everything in it?
Struggling with depression. Struggling with anxiety.
Would I ever meet anyone that understood me and — having achieved that — could still stand me enough to live with me forever?
Would I ever grow up?
I give a “HIGH recommend” to Walter Kirn’s nonfictional Blood Will Out about “Clark Rockefeller.” My review and a link to the original at Goodreads:
Composite beings. Psychological mixtures of this and that. Aren’t we all?
BLOOD WILL OUT is a fascinating nonfictional account of author Kirn’s relationship with one psychopathic “Clark Rockefeller.” (Not really a Rockefeller, just an incredible poser and conman.) This well-written book drew me into its gentle suspense. I was attracted by what it had to offer about the sometimes chaotic nature of a professional writer’s life and by its main theme regarding the long-term consumptive effects of manipulation on victims. Such manipulation is unpleasant but it can play the role of writer’s muse to produce powerful work.
“Clark, a composite being of ink and celluloid, utterly transparent to me now, had cloaked himself in the stuff of my own literacy. The instant familiarity I felt with him — this consummate immigrant, this immigrant with a vengeance — was my familiarity with my own culture. Of course he’d fooled me. Of course he’d held me spellbound. He spoke from inside my own American mind.”
As always, I’m working on patience, Chinese geese or no. Here’s my free advice for you: If a Chinese goose gets up in your face, spreads his/her wings, gives you one or two of those thunderous honks that compare to an eighteen-wheeler blast… just look him/her in the eye… and chill… and smile.
A PATTNIE SLEMI NAC LELQU HET TOSTEUGH CESEHIN SOGOE. NOKH!