Sunday, August 31, 2008

Musings on an Almost Summer Sunday

I can feel the heat of a Botswana summer in the air and I am loving it. The pool is about to be filled and my lazy Sundays of reading, swimming, sun and that other s- word I should probably not mention here as it will embarrass my husband, are just around the corner. I love the scorchers. I know the whole cancer sun thing, but I just can't accept that sun is bad for me. It just seems against the natural order of things. How can manufactured vitamins be good for me and natural sun bad? Conspiracy theory? You be the judge.

I'm compiling a collection of short stories for a South African publisher and all of my work got wiped away in the recent computer disaster so I am frantically reading trying to get caught up. There are some stunning pieces of writing in the submissions, words that knock you flat. When I was out on my daily walk with the dogs this morning, I was thinking about these short stories, actually I was thinking about short stories in general, and why I find them so satisfying. They are not , as some think , practice for writing novels, or quick short books. They are a different type of writing altogether. They have a beautiful urgency within a confined space that makes them fire-hot sharp. They pierce you deep and leave a lingering wound days after; at least the good ones do. A well written short story is such a gem. It is sad they are not given the status they deserve.

So I have patched the pool, washed my walking shoes, washed two thoroughly reluctant dogs that promptly rolled in the dirt, did the dishes, changed the bed sheets, and written this. After two weeks of raging at computers and late payments for writing- I am feeling the itching of creativity coming back to me. A short story is scratching at my brain; it must be time to get to work.

6 comments:

paisley said...

oh i hope so.. i keep dropping in in hopes that you have one to share with me...

Lauri said...

Paisly how nice of you to say. I am definitly back in the game this week with Selma's prompts- I like this week's "If only..", so many possibilities. Want to give my brain a chance to roll it around for awhile.

Selma said...

I love hearing about your life in Botswana. Your love of the country shines through in just about every post. Like Paisley, I am looking forward to another of your stories - no pressure, though. Ha ha.

Lauri said...

Thanks Selma. I started an 'If only' story which is nothing about Botswana but rather about a strange thing that happened when I was a kid. We'll see, maybe something better will come out of this brain as the week progresses.

Ms. Karen said...

Our summer is winding up and, while I enjoyed the heat on my aching bones and joints, I do look forward to the cooling season and a soothing of my hotflashes.

I want you to know that because of you, Botswana has become more real to me (not that I ever doubted its existence). You put color and depth to a land I've only seen on TV or in books.

Lauri said...

Karen I'm so glad you're growing to love Botswana. It is a place abundantly worthy of such affection. As I've said before, my home is waiting for your visit.