Here’s a great essay on grief by Lara Vergnaud. The first thing I’ve read this morning will probably be the best of the day.

“People are uncomfortable with grief. They don’t know where to put their eyes, their hands. If you say it on Twitter, does that mean you’re okay? If you say nothing, does that mean you’re okay? If you say it’s fine it probably would have had birth defects, does that mean you’re okay? No, no, no.”

Winged Creatures https://lareviewofbooks.org/article/winged-creatures/

“As Indigenous authors from a variety of traditions increasingly command the market’s attention, and as Indigenous editors join ventures large and small, it seems publishing is paying long overdue attention to people of Native backgrounds.”

I'm amazed to see the interest and sheer amount of #Native work published in the past decade. I once used NDN Lit (social and email newsletter) to help share #Indigenous works because few were. Now, there's happily no need for it.

https://www.publishersweekly.com/pw/by-topic/industry-news/publisher-news/article/91340-committing-to-a-long-journey-indigenous-voices-in-publishing.html

@kelluri Thanks for the recommendation! I’ll see if I can find it. I’ve loved the old Russian writers but never thought to check out the movies, so this is a whole new world for me.

@Bron1954 I’m definitely going to watch it again. Also made me interested in similar movies of the era.

“You put your heart and soul into your work and they devour you. They even devour the filth in your soul…What kind of writer am I if I detest writing? It is torture for me, a painful, shameful occupation, something akin to extruding hemorrhoids. I used to think my books helped people to become better, but nobody needs me. If I die, in a couple of days, they'll find someone else to devour. I wanted to change them, but they've changed me to fit their own image.” — Writer, “Stalker” (1979)