What is the import of a splash of milk billowing up gray and beige under the tinted surface of my morning tea? Who can say whether it is better to spend a day on a snowy hillside or in the radiator-heated coziness of my office? And what does it matter to the universe that I want to write a book?
Sometimes my mind gets caught in the web of abstraction. My morning begins with poetry.
I pour tea,add sugar,a small, sacred splashof milk.I spin it with a spoon,ridding the skyof its cumulus clouds.(Elevation 7,000 feet)Sip. It is clearmy life begins at conception.
The good news is that, even after my mind is thus entangled, my body (in particular, my typing fingers) can still function in real time.
The tea is too hot. I take up a short stack of good books, ones that resonate months and years after the initial read. I flick pages and stick Post-Its on pages that jump out and say, "Remember me? I once blew your mind!" Then I open a blank Word document and begin to type my review. Keywords, key characters, key characteristics. I write, I prune. Soon I have condensed the plot and my rating to a mere 120 characters.
I know what you're thinking.
Audrey? Write something THAT short? No way.
I don't blame you. Here on TGBTRD I have all the room I want to wax philosophical. But Twitter has rules, and I must abide by them. This pet project of mine is finally live! I have just launched my
Red Door Reviews
:
Tweet-sized offerings on book content and quality. Title, review, link, star rating. A rapier wit as space and context allow.
If you feel so inclined, please follow me
@RedDoorReviews
on Twitter.
This project began with a simple concept: People who love to read want to know what other people who love to read have read and why. The constraint of 120 characters helps me reduce some of my trademark (hah!) pontifical wandering in favor of true review. Naturally, my reviews are all offered IMHO.
My tea is cold. What exciting new venture will my mind and heart conceive tomorrow?