Averil Dean's Blog, page 7

Neighbors

Whatever your faith, let your spirits be lifted by the spirits of others, and remember this, the truest thing I know:

Until you can love thy neighbor, you will never know love at all.

This

Forecast

Henry and Oliver. Henry’s ear is inside-out again. I’ve told him it looks ridiculous, but he said it’s important that he remain vigilant for the crinkle of a treat bag.

No rain today, according to forecasts. The trails are open again and the buddies are ready to go. They know all the signs: Mom’s opening the sock drawer. She’s getting the right pair of shoes, and the earbuds, and the keys. Is she, is she? She IS! She’s going for the leashes! This is the best thing that has EVER HAPPENED!

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Pros

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What to do, what to do. The book is with my agent and a few beta readers, and in the meantime I’m trying to figure out how or whether to publish it. I’ve been wading through the pros and cons of traditionally publishing versus self-publishing versus reaching out to a small indie press. This is a new genre for me and I’ve never written a series, so it’s hard to know.

If I had a bigger budget, it would be a no-brainer. There are wonderful cover designers and ...

Compass

Apparently the President is now taking hydroxychloroquine. That’s what he says, at any rate, and when has the guy ever told a lie? The drug is not a proven prophylactic for COVID-19 and can cause deadly heart arrhythmias, so for once I’m one hundred percent onboard with his strategy. Carry on, fearless leader. Carry on.

Like many of us, I’m conducting an ongoing post-mortem during the mortem, wondering how the actual fuck we got to be so stupid in this country. Mostly I blame Fox News and th...

Sticky

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Ive been watching, shall we say, a fair amount of YouTube. You can learn anything there, from post-apocalyptic building techniques to curly hair care to why the face of Venus is so obscure in that painting by Velazquez. You can learn how to keep a plant alive. How to clean your house. If youre vegan, there are beans and cream-free sauces and waifish young people assuring you that baby steps are cool. You can listen to music and watch short films, and hear...

Teeter

Where do I begin.

Thats a bigger question than I would have guessed. My life is one of fits and starts, periods of frenzy followed by episodes of interminable withdrawal, where my thoughts seem not to matter even to myself. As writers I think we form identities around our work, and these can be tricky to manage; the outlines arent always clear. It becomes a matter of what we should say versus what we want to say, who we ought to be as opposed to who we are.

Ive been trying to be a better...

Love in the Battlefield

I don’t know whether I’ve said this before or said it recently, but I’m a vegan. (Insert your own joke here, my favorite being the one about how you only have to wait five minutes before a vegan will lay claim to his or her veganism, probably while giving you the hairy eyeball and a lecture about where that pulled pork sandwich came from.) I get that I embody the worst of the worst of the liberal mindset, uptight and self-righteous, all holier-than-thou with my almond milk and lentils. I won’...

Blue

And so it goes. My candidate lost, my party lost, and we will now have all branches of government under Republican control.

Much has been said about this already, though for now I’m beyond the point of hearing it. Like many of us I’m engaged in some soul-searching and education about what it means to be an American in 2016, and what it might look like for my kids when they get to be my age. I’m trying to keep my mind and heart open to the possibility that a toxic personality like Donald Trump...

Pleading the 8th

It’s almost over. That’s what I keep telling myself. This awful election will take place on November 8, and after that—assuming Clinton wins, which is an outrageously bold assumption even now—we’ll be able to put all this behind us and return these outsized feelings of fear and loathing, misogyny and racism, this bleak unhappiness and seething self-righteousness to the black box of our national soul from whence it came. Soon we’ll vanquish the monster, collect the prize, and go home, and ever...