The Former Anne Spollen's Author Blog Is Being Retitled to "Notes from Living Upghetto": Blogcation

Friday, October 7, 2011

Blogcation

Hey fellow bloggers and blog readers --

I haven't been around much on the Internet lately. Actually, I haven't been around much at all. My mom was in the hospital for surgery and you know how crazy it gets when you have someone in the hospital. You sort of dash around living on coffee (hey, it's from a plant source, right? add milk and you've got calcium, a cheese danish with cherries and you've got protein and fruit -- need more?) We couldn't wait for Mom to get better, get out, and our lives to get back to normal.

Unfortunately, none of those three wishes came true. It was very unexpected and we are all left sort of in mid air. And truth being far stranger than ficiton, there are several other areas of craziness going on in my life that have coincided with this event.

I'll be back around. I'm not sure when, but I'll come visit you all soon.

12 comments:

Marcia said...: Oh, Anne, I'm so sorry to hear this. I'll be hoping and praying that heartbreak and chaos will be giving way to peace and comfort very soon.; Friday, 07 October, 2011
Lorelei Bell said...: Very sorry to hear that. Have been through this twice now. Not fun.

Here is hoping you will get through this. I'm sure with support of your loved ones you shall.

Take care.

P.S. I just picked up "Light Beneath Ferns" and can't wait to get started on it!; Saturday, 08 October, 2011
Adrienne said...: I'm so sorry to hear you're going through a difficult time. Take care of yourself.; Sunday, 09 October, 2011
Janet Johnson said...: Sorry to hear about you mom. :( Hope she gets better soon and your 3 wishes come true soon.; Friday, 14 October, 2011
Mary Witzl said...: I'm sorry to hear this too! We're all intellectually aware that life can throw out surprises, but when it happens, it still comes as a shock. Here's hoping you get your life back on track asap and your mother makes a full recovery.

(Why do I suddenly want coffee and a cherry danish?); Saturday, 15 October, 2011
Mary Witzl said...: I'm sorry to hear this too! We're all intellectually aware that life can throw out surprises, but when it happens, it still comes as a shock. Here's hoping you get your life back on track asap and your mother makes a full recovery.

(Why do I suddenly want coffee and a cherry danish?); Saturday, 15 October, 2011
Bish Denham said...: Oh my goodness Anne! I'm so sorry. I hope your mom gets better soon and that your life so slows down to it's normal dull roar.; Monday, 17 October, 2011
Glynis Peters said...: Sorry to hear your news. I hope your struggles ease up asap!; Saturday, 22 October, 2011
Anonymous said...: I'm sorry about your mom, Anne. I hope she's getting better and that you're gaining stability in your life.; Monday, 31 October, 2011
Glynis Peters said...: I hope all is well in your world.; Saturday, 26 November, 2011
Nora MacFarlane said...: I'm sorry to hear about your mom. I hope things settle down soon and you can have peace and normalcy back in your life.; Monday, 12 December, 2011
Adrienne said...: Just stopped by to wish you peace and joy for 2012!; Tuesday, 10 January, 2012

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Light Beneath Ferns

"I have this strange sense that my silence is preparing me for something I can't name . ."

Elizah Rayne is nothing like other fourteen-year-old girls. More interested in bird bones than people, she wraps herself in silence. Trying to escape the shadow of her gambler father, Elizah and her mother move into an old house that borders a cemetery. All her mother wants is for them to have "normal" lives. But that becomes impossible for Elizah when she finds a human jawbone by the river and meets Nathaniel, a strangely hypnotic boy who draws Elizah into his dreamlike and mysterious world.

Only by forgetting everything she knows can Elizah understand the truth about Nathaniel—and discover an unimaginable secret.

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Excerpt from THE SHAPE OF WATER

CHAPTER ONE
I discovered windows one afternoon and after that, nothing was ever the same. They had always been there, of course, glass panes shimmering in the color of rain, but that spring for the first time, I was able to open the windows in my room. For years, the locks had been painted stuck, and during the winter, heat from the radiator beneath my windows finally steamed off enough paint off the metal wings of the locks could be twirled open. Knowing that I could open the windows attracted me to them, and I began sitting under the windows, staring through the glass at the sky. From that position, on a chair in my room, the sky did not seem real; it seemed a place I was making up, so I watched it.
The white wood of the window panes acted as frames so the sky came to me slowly, and the huge openness of its space did not touch me. All the window glass in our old house had wavers and bubbles inside it, so at times the clouds moved like water, melting and blurring until they passed outside of the warp. After a few afternoons of sitting, the heavens seemed too quiet to keep watching so I began watching a small patch of woods next to our yard that housed little more than trees and a scatter of bony, mean-looking rabbits.
I started gazing at the sky and the woods in March when the branches were still wet and it was then, with nothing outside my window but trees and rain, that I noticed a shine inside darkness, I noticed colors glimmering within the darkness of the wood. I watched birds come and go, I watched rain nipple down from buds to the grass. The water dripping from branch edges and leaves created optical tricks; I could see that as I watched leaves melt.
Then one day I ventured into the space outside. I did not think about doing this much beforehand. I simply opened the window and dropped to the ground below, uncertain as to why this should be such a more satisfying exit than simply using the door; my father worked until seven o’clock and I could do whatever I wanted until then. But I liked the solid sound my legs made when I landed. Leaving via a five foot drop seemed so much more a decision than just using a door. The sense of escape made my heart pound, though all I escaped was the soundless spread of moss-colored light inside my house and the silence.
I had come to know silence well during those months after my mother died. When you sit in silence long enough, you learn that silence has a motion. It glides over you without shape or form, but with weight, exactly like water. Its color is silver. And silence has a sound you hear only after hours of wading inside it. The sound is soft, flute notes rising up like the words of glass speaking. There comes a point when you must shatter the silence, when you must shatter the blindness of its words, the blindness of its light. I did this by going into the yard. Once I stood there, in the grass next to the trees I had been watching, I found silence outside as well. But I was happier outside than I had been in the house, so I stayed for a bit. I stood beneath my bedroom window for a few minutes, looking up at the branches and the crooked pieces of sky colliding between the branches. I believed I could identify the scent of the sky as I stood there, a blue menthol fragrance similar to the scent of seawater that sprayed into my face when I first dove into the ocean. That initial scent smelled much more subtle than the ocean’s heavy, fishy aroma, a whiff of salt and mint that warned a more powerful scent would enter my nose just as I approached the water on a dive. It was the scent I dreamed in. And it was the scent of that spring sky as I stood in my yard.

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