of something. The only really nice thing I can say about January is, it's a beginning. In my recent obsession with advice lists (3 ways to overcome existential angst, 5 reasons to eat candy corn, and so on) I came across a post or a blog urging readers to develop a skill in the coming year. That seems worthwhile to me (I didn't have much use for the tough-love tone of anything else in it). Last year I learned to stand on my head for sustained lengths of time and to plan a wedding on relatively short notice--and that without any outside urging. So this year I think I'll take on the challenge consciously, even though at this point I'm not really sure how to go about learning the skill I've set for myself which is how to write...a story? a poem? an article? Is 'how to write' too broad? I mean, I am able both to print and write in cursive already, legibly even. I ought to narrow it down, I suppose.
On a related note, I'd like to recommend, perhaps for the second time, the New Yorker Fiction podcast:
http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/books/podcast/
I heart it and heartily recommend it. It's how I learned about Bruno Schulz, Mavis Gallant, Lorrie Moore, Stuart Dybeck... And you can hear it here or wherever else you are.
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