We were in Baltimore last week, driving downtown on a Saturday afternoon. Saw a lot of high, sturdy fences along the streets, and then remembered: the Grand Prix. Cars in a city are nothing new, but high-performance roadsters tearing along pavement typically chock-a-block with crawling traffic–this is different. How great that a city like Baltimore would try such a thing. How cool (unless you’re a resident, or a tourist unaware that the Aquarium you planned to visit is going to be virtually inaccessible) to watch, and listen. Motivational, too, given all the logistics tied to a will to succeed. Close down a city so people can gather as cars scorch blacktop? What a great idea–and one that begs the question: what else might be possible?
I’m working on a few projects simultaneously these days, and occasionally I get to wondering how they will all pan out. One is the Advent Guide, which has me thinking about Christmas even sooner than the big box stores. The essays are in (they’re good, too!), editing is well underway, and covers are taking shape. Midtown Scholar has agreed to host a book party. The hope is to send this collection off to the printers in less than two weeks–so still some nail-biting between now & then.
Prime Target is another–since I’ve finally decided to get this in print (and pixels) in time for Christmas. Couple things get stirred by this: first, that it’s not a ‘serious’ book. PT is a cops & robbers story, a chase after thieves across the northeast US and southern Europe with no murder & little mayhem. On the menu of literature, it’s cheese and crackers, light fare before the main course. But I think I’m OK with that (in part because I like snacks about as much as I like pot roast). Second, getting to print will take time and energy. And that means discipline, and saying no to some stuff, and staying focused. Third, this book feels like practicing in public–and for someone who likes to get things right a little sooner than that, this creates a measure of discomfort. But then, how does a writer get better, if not by writing, and putting the writing out where it can be read?
November Novel Month is approaching, too. Two years ago I said no way. Last year I succumbed and had a blast. This year? The sequel for Playa Perdida keeps tapping at my brain, clamoring for attention. A good way to spend evenings and early mornings in November? Hmmm.
And the Glory project–the ‘serious’ book that’s well over half-way done. Saturday evening posts on 1 Peter keep me aimed in this general direction, but tying together ideas that have surfaced over the course of ruminating on this topic seems a daunting task. Easier to let it sit. Easier not to put up the high, sturdy fences.
And yet, if Baltimore can host a few dozen screaming cars and a few thousand screaming fans, I’m thinking maybe, just maybe….
(photo credit here)
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