The weather is still consistently unpredictable. The uni students – all 25,000 of them – have arrived. Rugby and Rugby League matches have been attended. Basically, we’ve been much busier than anticipated! I would apologize for posting only photos from my phone, but all the photos from my camera are cat photos as well. Whoops! I give you a smattering of minutiae from the past week. We’ve now been five weeks in Dunedin, and big changes are afoot. Send all of your best thoughts our way.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what Joan Didion has to say on writing stories and not writing stories, and how she just kept on going:
When I say I wrote no more stories for exactly ten years, I do not mean that I wrote nothing at all. In fact I wrote constantly. I wrote, once I left Berkeley, for a living. I went to New York and I wrote merchandising copy for Vogue and I wrote promotion copy for Vogue (the distinction between the two was definite but recondite, and to try to explain it would like giving the AFL-CIO definition of two apparently similar jobs on the line at the Ford assembly plant in Pico Rivera, California) and after a while I wrote editorial copy for Vogue. A sample of the latter: “Opposite, above: All through the house, colour, verve, improvised treasures in happy but anomalous coexistence. Here, a Frank Stella, an art nouveau stained-glass panel, a Roy Lichtenstein. Not shown: a table covered with frankly brilliant oilcloth, a Mexican find at fifteen cents a yard.”
I’ve been reminding myself not to give up.