That Was the Week That Was
When the Democrats gave me my heart back
Welcome to my very first post on my brand new newsletter! This is all new to me but everyone tells me I’m supposed to have a newsletter, so here it is. This is it. More to come. I hope.
So…
Until I watched the Democratic Convention last week—all four days of it from start to finish—I didn’t realize how depressed I’ve been and how little I had written lately, other than a hundred-or-so Tweets, which is about the norm for me in a single week. (Yes, I’m hooked on Twitter. Here I am, if you’re interested.)
I began to pick up steam about mid-week and my brain finally said, “Okay, WRITE!” So I wrote.
First, I put together a long promised newsletter for my Medium publication, Indelible Ink, and it went out to our over 500 followers. I should have done it weeks ago. I love the writers who write for me there and I need to spend more time promoting them. They deserve it! (My banner is a shelf on one of my bookcases. The picture is of my mom and her sisters.)
Then I finished a piece I had started when I was in the doldrums and decided it was just too much whining. It is, but I lightened it up a bit and thought, what the hell, just publish it. So I did. Then the convention happened, and I found I could add a happy addendum. “If Only I had Said…” is here.
Yesterday I read an amazing story by a woman whose mom died of COVID while she was tending to her dad, ill with the same thing. It was so beautifully written I almost choked again (A common thing among writers. We read something that’s so gorgeous we feel diminished and stupid for even trying. An occupational hazard.) but something happened afterward that gave me a story. It’s called “The Fussbudget Tried To Break Free” You can read it here.
Oh, and somewhere along the way I put together a fun piece (for me, anyway) called “Ramona’s Quotes for Posterity” on my political blog, Ramona’s Voices.
So that’s it for this week. I’m thrilled that you’ve subscribed to my newsletter and I hope you liked it enough to stick around. Tell your friends! (But not the ones who won’t like this sort of thing, okay?)