It is now August, and I’m at the tail end of what has been a very busy summer. I managed to move forward a bit with the novel, wrote two short stories, and an essay, and also took two classes toward my MFA degree and will be taking a third one beginning at the end of next week. I sold one of the stories, and am still tinkering with the other, but have high hopes for it. It’s a much weirder story than I’ve written in a long time, and so I’m still sort of interested and intrigued by it, because it’s a different sort of weird than I tend to write, hence my own interest in it. And then I was invited to read at Thurber House, and will be reading at the residency period at Chatham in Pittsburgh this month, too. Also, like a cherry on top, One for Sorrow was optioned to be made into a film by the director Carter Smith, who won the Sundance Film Festival’s short film category in 2006 with “Bug Crush” (You can watch it by clicking here). He went on to make his first feature film with The Ruins, based on the horror novel of the same name, and seems to be about to make a film based on the novel, Come Closer, by Sara Gran (loved that book). He’s also optioned Troll: A Love Story, by Johanna Sinisalo (also loved it), so I feel like his option on One for Sorrow makes a lot of sense, considering the sensibility of his other selections. There’s never a guarantee that an option on a film will eventually become a reality, but I would be absolutely crazy thrilled if this does go forth some day.
Aside from these literary movements, household renovations and restorations are afoot: a new front porch to match the original (the foundation beneath the porch/patio was eroding due to some factors the original builders, 80 years ago, hadn’t thought of) and plans for a restoration of the bathroom to something along the lines of its 1930s design, much of which was there, just totally screwed up by previous owners who had absolutely no idea what they were doing to beautiful old decor. Front garden was gorgeous all summer, though the back gardens still need to be redone. Everyone says that when you own a house, there is always something coming up that needs to be done. And they are correct. I wish I were fabulously wealthy, so I could just get it all done and be finished with it for a while, rather than this plodding one-project-at-a-time pace.
Back to Pitt next Friday for a residency period. Looking forward to being in the city again, though I probably won’t have as much time to explore it as I did during early July when I was there. The residency schedule looks like it will be keeping me busy for most of the time. I will make sure to still get out and eat Ethiopian, Indian, (good) Japanese, and Thai as much as possible, though. I could be made easily happy as a lark, as they say, if someone here in Ytown opened up one of each of those and I no longer had to cook them all myself. Food options are the source of my happiness.
Even though all of August is still before me, it feels like summer, free time, is over now. Ah, well. It was a good run while I was able to run freely. Next year, it should be even a bit more freer. Till then, onwards and upwards.