Youmans (pronounced like 'yeoman' with an 's' added) is the best-kept secret
among contemporary American writers. --John Wilson, editor, Books and Culture Marly Youmans is a novelist and poet out of sync with the times
but in tune with the ages. --First Things

Thursday, January 02, 2014

On the 9th day of Christmas

Snow-and-lights tree
Lovely snow falling all night and day... As a Southerner, I can never grow weary of watching snow fall, or of seeing twilight transfigure the landscape and make it glow.

Before dawn tomorrow, my husband leaves for the airport in NYC, stopover in Istanbul, and then his goal, the Kyrgyzstan Himalayas. Snow leopards! Ibex! Nights sleeping in a yurt.

All this means I shall be quite busy. No doubt I shall be a.) worrying about my man, who has entirely too many interests and hobbies that he pursues with great and sometimes distant vigor and b.) being a temporary single mom.

And I shall be c.) working on books and more. Soon I must finish up details on several manuscripts and write some essays and also read some books for promised blurbing... Winter in the North is a good time and place for a Southerner to get a lot of work done, with the snow snuggled up to the door and the fire snapping on the hearth.

5 comments:

  1. Well, be well and structure.

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  2. Structure? That was supposed to say worry free. The Kindle speller has a mind of its own.

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  3. XD

    I shall try to be worry free. Pretty hard, though, with a husband wandering who knows where and three kids!

    Off to bed--getting up to see him off quite early...

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  4. I envy your snow. We've has little of it and it leaves too soon. Yesterday was very dark and rainy here.

    No envy of singleness! Take care.

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  5. It's bright, sunny, and snowy here! Blue sky at last...

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Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.