Thursday, October 30, 2008

Too B Ore Knot 2 Bee...

So...I was pondering something the other day (that’s right, people, I ponder!), after reading a post by Eve over at The Disco Mermaids’ site. The question she posed was about who you want to be as a writer, and she gave a great list of certain famous authors and the characteristics of their writing styles.

It got me thinking along another (albeit similar) line…

Given the choice, and assuming that you could do so consciously, which would you rather be…the famous, *rock star* writer who has hordes of frantic followers? You know, the one who lands on the bestseller’s lists every time you put pen to paper, cranking out 1-3 so-so novels every year until, eventually, you can hire “interns” to do the actual writing and you simply sit back and collect royalties checks just by attaching your name to the manuscript?

Or, do you want to be the deeply, poetic, and long-suffering writer (of the Pulitzer Prize winning variety), who is conscientious of pairing each word to form beautifully crafted phrases that make the reader weep from the sheer exultation of your prose, and creating intimately moving pieces of real, ground-breaking literature? Oh, and did I mention that as that writer, you will live in relative obscurity for most of your life, but that future generations will reference your work in their Master’s Dissertations for years (and, many long, years) to come?

So, which would it be? Millions of fans now, in this lifetime, screaming your name and throwing their panties (or boxer briefs, as the case may be) outside of your book signings… or having your name used to describe a style of writing, like Dickensian or Hemmingway-esque?

I don’t know…“Derting-ism” has a certain ring to it, but I kind of like the idea of sipping Pina Coladas on the veranda of my winter home in Maui too!

How 'bout you??

Friday, October 24, 2008

Some Pics From Our CRUSH Weekend...


This is the vineyard, pre-harvest.


My beautiful niece, Emilee, doing her part, and the girls running around.


My brother-in-law, Joe, gathering the harvest.

This was a great event for everyone!

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Stop Wine-ing!

It was Crush 2008 this past weekend at my brother-in-law’s vineyard in Oregon. Which, loosely translated, means free labor for the harvest of his grapes. Generally speaking, I am not the first girl you call if you’re looking for manual-labor-type work. My friends know this. My husband knows this. Pretty much everyone knows. But, for Crush, I made an exception. We packed up the kids and headed south for an “adventure”. And, as it turns out, it was.

I liked it. Seriously.

Stop laughing.

There was something about it, something about moving up the rows and clipping fat, ripe clusters of grapes from the vines. It was cathartic. It was Zen. It made me feel really cool. Plus, I was totally racing my husband to see who could gather the most grapes at certain starting and stopping points (even though he didn’t know it). Although the real victim in those particular events was my brother-in-law since I was harvesting leaves, vines, and probably spiders too in an effort to fill my bucket the fastest. Sorry, Joe!

But besides the actual work, there was great food, wine (from previous harvests), all of our nieces and nephews running around, a barn with a warm fire, and perfect, perfect weather! It really was a great experience. And the real payoff is when we each receive a bottle of the exclusive (and dare I say, expensive) boutique-style 2008 Pinot made from the harvest. Oh, did I mention that we get that in 2010? Only two more years to go…

Sounds a bit like a scam to me. I think I’m going to plan Landscape 2008. You guys can all come over and weed and prune for me, and in two years I’ll send over a case of Bud Light. Deal?

No? How about some Corona? Fat Tire Ale? Jagermeister…?