Being Boring

The Lido, built in 1929

The Lido: don’t you just expect some Shakespearean lady to step out onto one of those balconies? 

Last Tuesday, J. and I went to the Lido, the historic local theatre here in The Pas.

Built in 1929, the place happens to be one of the few remaining atmospheric theatres, in which an “atmospheric design transported [the audience] to an exotic European courtyard or garden,” according to Wikipedia.

In our case, we saw Jurassic World (in 3D, no less) while surrounded by an outdoor Mediterranean courtyard motif.

I tell you this because that, along with watching our dog lounging in the new plastic “dog” (read: “kid”) pool we bought him, and my ongoing knitting obsession, and my discovery of mystery writer Ruth Rendell, and the countdown to J’s summer holidays, is about as exciting as things get around here.

Yesterday afternoon, while attempting to focus on my first intermediate lace knitting project (in this gorgeous merino-silk yarn I scored for half price in Winnipeg, for those of you who are into this sort of thing) I threw on an interview with Jane Smiley, who is one of my favourite authors.

Apart from the fact that she had actually knitted the outfit that she was wearing, thereby alleviating any guilt I felt about knitting instead of reading or writing or, you know, house cleaning, I heard her say, somewhere in there, something about the life of a writer being boring (or I thought I did: listening back now I can’t seem to find it but some sort of spark ignited that idea…)

Because, yes, I thought. It is. And, also, it isn’t.

Immersed as I am in the rewrite of my novel, I am delving deeper, and that is exciting. In this task, the effort to get the landscape exactly right, the description exactly apt, the dialogue dead on, a lot of time is spent in these daydreams, occupying a place that is not here, not now.

I’m in 1986, in a small town on the Canadian Shield, by a river and a big lake. I’m in a derelict house, and another deeply disturbing home occupied by a hoarder.

And in my other rewrite, which I’m aiming to turn my focus to shortly, I’m around a large brindled Mastiff with severe separation anxiety, and in a basement apartment, and watching the television news a lot of the time, and in a library as files are slowly transferred to digital form (it’s 1994).

It’s exciting for me to be able to live there, in those settings, with those people. To hang out with them, hear what they have to say, follow their actions, build their dramas, unravel the mystery. Most of the time, it’s fun. 

But when I lift my head, what do I see?

Where my head is a lot these days...

Where my head is a lot these days… inspiration for the setting of one of my new books… (hint: it’s not Manitoba)

A spider crawling over its web on the other side of my office window. The poplars blowing in the breeze. The pelicans soaring way up high, from the lake behind our house to the river’s mud spit on the Saskatchewan river, and back again. And said river, flowing on and on and on and on…

Then I duck my head again, bend over my desk, smell the lake breeze, fire up a boat, dance wildly to Karma Chameleon under strobe lights in the town bar, feel the first spring sun in April 1994 or return to my character’s reminiscences of her time in the red rock desert, waiting for her real life to start.

There are so many places to go, without ever leaving this quiet home.

P.S. I’ve got a couple new pieces out: my short story, The Great and Powerful, appears in the Summer issue of Taddle Creek, and my poem, Island Clearances, which won Room Magazine’s last poetry prize is in their new issue. You can also read my online interview about the poem and winning the prize.

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6 Responses to Being Boring

  1. Marlene June 26, 2015 at 6:08 am #

    Lauren, I look forward to these insightful writings of yours. Your Uncle Clive would be so proud, indeed.
    Looking forward to your next published novel.

    • Lauren
      Lauren June 26, 2015 at 10:17 am #

      Thanks, Marlene! I do miss him.

  2. Kellie June 25, 2015 at 8:23 pm #

    Love the not here, not now line! And boring, schmoring. Sounds like you’ve got plenty on the go.

    And what, LACE?! After how many weeks of knitting? You go girl!

    • Lauren
      Lauren June 25, 2015 at 9:13 pm #

      Thanks, Kellie! Yes, I’m loving the challenge!

  3. Jenifer June 25, 2015 at 6:15 pm #

    When I saw the pic I had to click and read more…You know I know where this is and I am having difficulty waiting to read the words you have poured out and then stirred over and over again. I am one of those who stayed put. I observe the slow changes of the community, almost to the point where I almost forget how much has actually changed until reminiscing with friends. I admire all the ones who were able to move around and find pieces of their dreams here and there and put them together. We are ALL, ultimately, where we are supposed to be, or at least that is what I believe but it sure is wonderful to be able to remember things in more detail. I am looking forward to your new book setting to see if it will help do the same for me. If dancing wildly to Karma Chameleon under strobe lights doesn’t quite do the trick, find an old beater car, blare the music of the Rolling Stones and drive as fast as legally possible with the windows down and singing madly. Works for me. Love ya.

    • Lauren
      Lauren June 25, 2015 at 7:54 pm #

      We had some good times, Jen! It is Blind River, but with a new name and as a fictional place. Still, you’ll recognize the setting I’m sure, with lots of poetic license in the mix 🙂

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