When I set out to learn about my mother's bridge club, the Jewish octogenarians behind the matching outfits and accessories, I never expected to fall in love with them. This is the story of the ladies, their game, their gen, and the ragged path that led me back to my mother.Day 27 Boom Boom Tick. Played footsie today which is to say I went over early pages and didn’t write anything new, which is to say it i feel like a loser and doubt is having its way with me. I know I’m supposed to offer a modicum of coaching and encouragement. Well, no way. If there is any reason to read this blog it’s to be reminded that writing sucks face, that you’re never as good or bad as you think you are, that putting words together is sacred, holy, and completely fucked.
How was your day my beloved 30/30’s?
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Betsy Lerner 
I was called into work unexpectedly so the cozy cafe session I’d hoped for did not materialize. I did make a little progress, though, and my MC did something unexpected which is always fun. Could’ve been worse.
I hope you know that you’re helping us, Betsy. A bumpy road is better than no road at all, and I’ve felt less alone these past few weeks. I’m really grateful.
Fair. Most of my 30/30 has been replacing or connecting pages for big chunks I’m throwing out.
Today was all new. Sucks. Probably be thrown out next month.
Just barely alright. Bureaucracy sucks and I’m too pissed off to even want to whine.
Writing wise, not bad, nothing spectacular or exciting, just grunt work.
I have no idea why, but perhaps in an attempt to revisit the time period I’ve been writing about, I have been writing these last few weeks with pen and paper. Screw technology. For the home stretch, I’ll buy a yellow legal pad, a Bic fine point and a loose joint from some hustler out on the street and then maybe the story will be complete.
I am a snail.
Did my dirty thirty in the morning the last two days. It’ll have to be this way this week as I am the Thanksgiving chief cook and bottle washer. Had a good write this morning, started cleaning. All in all, a good day!
Boom Shakalaka Boom Shakalaka Boom. There’s was music and Brigham’s Peppermint Stick Ice Cream and the pace of a snail. And your blog post to keep it real in an imaginary sort of way. Boom.
DNF. (DNS)
I went back to an old essay with my tail between my legs.
It’s early’ish Tuesday morning. Zee grandchildren are at zee school. I am in my son’s house with hot coffee and WCRB streaming into zee ears. I am about to write and I DON’T WANT TO. I’d rather go get a manicure and I hate getting manicures. Writers are weirdos and I’m no exception. Okay, to the damn mss!
I wrote a page. I changed the title! Now it’s called FIRST SON. Chalk it up to the dirty thirty. My dream is that every single one of us publish and we mention the dirty thirty in the Acknowledgements and then Betsy is forced to write another writing guidebook. But, yeah, I get it. Probably not gonna happen.
“How was your day my beloved 30/30’s?”
Could have been better, could have been worse. Just another day ending in “Y”. Write on.
How was your day my beloved 30/30’s?
The sun rose. The sun set.
WIP is a masterpiece. WIP is a failure.
Just like every other day.
Completed an essay and sent it out. Started making notes/doing research for a prose chapbook. So one deadline done, another begun. Thanks for your posts!! I enjoy them so much and they truly help.
How about a 30 x 10??? Yes, my fellow dirty people!!! Five hours of wallowing in the muck. Ha – not really, I love it. I was in the middle of THAT SCENE. I kept tweaking and twirking. (I lie – my back can’t handle the twirk part)
Now – today? I’ve already done the 30 x 1 but will come back to it later – after those casseroles get done.
You are helping – and I loved this.