Lois Lowry's Blog
I was just out with the dog----at 5:30 AM, for some reason his preferred time to go out in the AM----and had put a pot of coffee on first, so it was waiting for me in the house, when I discovered that the wild raspberries behind my barn were at their absolute peak. So I feasted on raspberries while Alfie puttered around.
Blueberries are not yet ripe, and I am going to be off on a trip next week, until July 27th. So maybe my housesitters will get the benefit of the blueberries. But a raspberry breakfast was lovely.
Back here at my desk, re-reading a half-finished book manuscript, I have just made a note to myself: Introduce Harvey and Augustus sooner. Yesterday, while working on this book, these two characters suddenly appeared out of nowhere, with particular personalities that I like (one whines, one pontificates)...so there they are. But I realize that they were always there, and now I have to go back and introduce them sooner, instead of having them pop up unexpectedly.
A computer, of course, makes this so easy. Sometimes I think back to the days when I wrote on a tyepwriter, and revision of any sort---introducing characters earlier, for example---meant re-typing a zillion pages, not a happy task.
Speaking of new characters, my daughter in San Francisco has just (or maybe it wasn't JUST, but I just noticed it) put a high school photo of herself , probably 15 years old, on her Facebook album. Here it is:
And looking at it transports me right back in time. Her siblings would have been 14, 12, and 11, then. I was always either in the kitchen, or in my darkroom---I was doing a lot of photography then---or at my little electric typewriter, at a little table, in a corner of a sort of den, in our house. I was in graduate school, always writing some paper or other (I remember one I loved doing, which compared the work of Virginia Woolf to photography at that time, and how it was changing, as writing was---I remember writing about the shifting focus and different lenses used in "To the Lighthouse").
She was a serious scholar, too; and it was probably the summer she was 15 that she enrolled in some courses at the same nearby university where I was studying. She took German, and began translating Rilke.
My kids were all very interesting, each of them in different ways. I don't think I was too busy to appreciate that at the time. But I certainly was busy.
Now I wander around picking raspberries.