One of my favorite bands ever releases a two-CD live album. I should listen, right? But they’re old, there is hardly anything new here, and I suddenly comprehend that these days all I hear is echoes of the past. No, with regrets, I’ll pass on this. Where is the new music?
As Rebecca Leber says in this Grist post, “All of this could set the world back another decade or more on tackling climate change.” Trump’s EPA transition team appointment couldn’t be a clearer signal. I’ve been trying to dredge up a silver lining this morning but because climate change is THE legacy issue in my heart . . . man, my heart begins to break. Time to reassess my Big Years . . .
Robert Forster’s “Grant & I” will surely figure amongst my best nonfiction books of 2016. A paean to rock music full of sublime writing, a testament to creative friendship, a tragedy retold . . . and possessing an honesty I seek (unsuccessfully) in my own words. I scribbled on a piece of paper: “If ever there is a call to keep questing for fine music, this is it.”
A flickering desire to reinstate my love of music ignites like a pilot light for the future . . .
This Big Year has floundered before and flounders yet again. It’s no great success, that’s for sure. But I’m moving on the book and faster than ever, and still aimed to hammer out a draft (20 chapters) over this Big Year and the 2017 Writing Big Year. We’re not travelling overseas next year and that will help immeasurably. Targets: 5 chapters by the end of this year; Volume 1 (Chapter 8) by March; Volume 2 (Chapter 12) by the middle of 2017; and the end, Volume 3, by December 31, 2017. Wish me luck!
I’m “working well,” “putting in the hours,” “making progress” . . . but in truth I’ve “lost my way” on the focus to “write the damned thing.” Research for future chapters, all too necessary, has swamped drafting, this writer’s core task. All those clichés in quotation marks hide the fact that this Big Year, wonderful as it has been in spurring book momentum, is no Hollywood “fairytale success story.”
So . . . I renew this Big Year, right here, right now. Clearly I need to institute a new plan for this year (and next year), but first, let me write.