In my kitchen is a little silver bowl I picked up at a yard sale that I use as a salt well. Its messy to use salt this way, but quaint. I’m kind of all about quaint and the mess that involves. Apparently, as I learned from The Quaich Company who made it, my little bowl is a quaich, a Scottish toasting cup, the ‘loving cup’ they call it.
These days it’s not trendy to celebrate western history, let alone anything related to English speaking culture, but it’s my culture and I fully embrace it, warts and all. Which is why I’m reading a great book by Perry Keensleyside, The History of English Literature. He says that Chaucer was the first serious writer to introduce literature in English, rather than the typical French or Latin of his day. As celebrated as he was, the plans for his writing were cut short by his death. Edmund Spenser, another important English writer, author of The Faerie Queene, died with his work unfinished. Consider this my ‘lighting a fire under my feet’ moment.
This is the year, Lord willing, that I submit my first manuscript for publication. I toast the moment.