…yep, that’s what I’m in. Mostly because I’ve been so swamped, with the newspaper changing dates of publication (from Friday to Thursday), with elections, with running around and commuting and general busy-ness, I just haven’t had the time to post. It feels bad to miss it, so thanks for your messages and e-mail, and I will endeavor to provide.
Advice to Aspiring Writers: Life gets in the way of the writing sometimes. But that’s what it’s all about, baby.
I’ve found myself writing a lot in my head these days, with no way to get it onto paper (or electronically), and that is both satisfying and frustrating. Any fantasy is satisfying while it’s happening, but it’s vexing to know that while you’re having the fantasy — i.e., writing in my head — it isn’t the real thing. And the recreated effort later is never as pure as the first rush. I have written at least five long columns, a goodly 500 words or more, just driving, or waiting, or musing out in the world, and when I’ve finally had the time to write them, it becomes this stale drivel. Ugh. Not pleasant reading even for me.
That’s why it is a good idea to carry a notebook at all times. I’m still trying to figure out how to write and drive at the same time, on my 100-mile-round-trips daily. A laptop with voice-recognition software is my first choice, but anything will do. I guess I could even go for one of those stupid mini-recorders. But I hate listening to the sound of my own voice on tape — my apologies to those of you who have to hear it on a daily basis. But it would help me remember what I wanted to write about later.
Note to self: make more notes to self.
There’s more to talk about: children and religion, the great steeplechase, gibberish everywhere and the horror of one white hair. Later — when it isn’t so late.