Damn, I wish I were done transcribing. Perhaps I can be forgiven for my delays of something I started in, you know, the first Trump administration. There were addiction issues (not mine), cancer, chemo, elder care, and then sibling care, and always children, the last of which I'm not complaining about. Some days I pat myself on the back for being stubborn enough to see this through.
All to say that I have finished transcribing installment fourteen of my saga, and I have only two more to go. The heartbreak is hinted at in this one, but the next one is just simply wrenching. It's about loss, but it's also about survival. (Sound familiar?)
For the record, This installment is 20,788 words, which brings the series total to 363,411. I imagine I'll get the total count to 400,000, then between cuts and additions I'll land at about 350,000. Or maybe 450,000--who knows?
When I'm not volunteering as a climate organizer, I'm also working on a project I'm calling Books In Conversation. The conceit is that the books are talking to each other. Which they have--in my head. It's also a way of talking through the links between seemingly disparate pieces of information. It's my hope that others who have read these titles will join me in the conversation, but if it's just the books and me, that's fine, too.
And yes, it's related to the maelstrom of tyranny: these were almost all books I started reading after the first Trump election and my realization that the establishment media had failed us in more ways than one. Stay tuned.
Deb in the City
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