Tuesday, July 15, 2008

the exquisite joys of peoplewatching

People themselves alter so much, that there is something new to be observed in them for ever.—Jane Austen

I am writing this from a coffee shop in Saint Louis, where I’m trying to get a lot of work done. Rewrites are definitely underway for part two of my novel: I’m trying to completely rewrite ninety pages of mediocre first draft, while adding to my original cast and crew. I’ve found a new sub-villain, a buffoon, two terribly arrogant men, and a cynic. Very fabulous characters, and they all have a lot to say.

So. Plenty on my writing plate. And today I need to rewrite two scenes, have to get them done… but the real, living, breathing, tangible, audible people around me are so fascinating that I abandon my imaginary characters, drop my pen, and let their words and actions catch my attention.

It’s amazing what you’ll hear and see when you give yourself over to peoplewatching. Perhaps it’s my profession that makes it endlessly amusing… I’m tempted to cast half the people I see into my novel. Their mannerisms, laughs, turns of phrase… I almost can’t help using them.


Posted by Jenn Langefeld on 07/15 at 03:42 PM
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Wednesday, July 09, 2008

bring out the mittens

Last Saturday, I went to a gorgeous outdoor wedding for my cousin, and, unknown to me, a local mosquito convention. I was a smiling, happy guest at the wedding, and a buffet line at the convention, for twenty-eight of the county’s hungriest.

I’d say it’s high time for winter.—jl

Posted by Jenn Langefeld on 07/09 at 03:46 PM
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Monday, July 07, 2008


There is nothing but God’s Grace. We walk upon it; we breathe it; we live and die by it; it makes the nails and axles of the universe.—Robert Louis Stevenson

A few Sundays ago, in church, I heard something strange during the quiet parts of the service. From a few rows behind me came a steady pulse of click-whoosh, click-whoosh, click-whoosh.

I had no idea what it could be, and I fought the urge to turn around and scan the congregation like a five-year-old. As I listened harder, I realized it was an oxygen machine. By now it had my full attention—not that it was very loud, but its rhythm settled in my head and grew there, like a mental itch. Click-whoosh. Click-whoosh. Click-whoosh. It filled the spaces in the vicar’s reading of Romans.


Posted by Jenn Langefeld on 07/07 at 09:29 PM
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Thursday, July 03, 2008


By a name / I know not how to tell thee who I am. —Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

Something I didn’t expect from the wedding: the amount of time I would spend talking about writing. I guess it’s natural: I knew half the people there, and after we said “Oh my gosh the service was beautiful and Jon looks so happy and Adrienne is so gorgeous and she’s getting married can you believe it!!!” they would ask about writing. And what really surprised me—though I don’t know why—was the amount of times I was asked about what my title would be.

Sigh. My title. I have no idea what the title of this book should be. It’s been a thorn in my writerly side for a long time now, as I have made lists of over a hundred possible titles, and all of them were rubbish. And since I mercilessly judge other books according to their titles, I know mine has to be good.


Posted by Jenn Langefeld on 07/03 at 03:37 PM
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Wednesday, July 02, 2008

the wedding album, part two

I wish you all the joy that you can wish.—Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice

Wedding stories continued…

6. The cakes. Here’s an unabashed plug for the wedding cakes (they had three): Each one tasted eyes-closed heavenly. No Styrofoam-dry cakes at this reception! The guests I polled raved about them, just as we had been raving for months… The bakers at La Bonne Bouchée and The Cakery are geniuses. If you are near Saint Louis, go check them out. Try the Four Flavor Cake and the Strawberry Black Forest at La Bonne Bouchée, and get the Confetti Cupcakes from The Cupcakery (run by the same folks as The Cakery). They are sublime, and I promise you’ll love them.


Posted by Jenn Langefeld on 07/02 at 03:17 PM
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Tuesday, July 01, 2008

the wedding album, part one

Fair thoughts and happy hours attend on you! —Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice

the wedding bouquets

I could go on and on about the wedding, how much fun it was, how wonderful, how perfect everyone looked, how happy Jon and Adrienne were (and are!)… but superlatives are boring to read, even if they are easy to write. So here are some wedding moments, for a glimpse into the wedding weekend…

1. Pottery. The bachelorette party: we painted pottery at a nearby place called Pottery Hollow, and had a great time choosing colors and being amazed at how creative the other bridesmaids were. Oh, and note the fabulous wedding weekend t-shirts!

the maid of honor and the bride, with their pottery creations


Posted by Jenn Langefeld on 07/01 at 03:06 PM
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