What is this Thanksgiving?
I seem to be in an ongoing loop of
reading, writing and watching streaming TV.
As if trapped eternally waiting in an Airport boarding area.
It's OK for now.
I just hope it doesn't go on for so long
that i can't get myself up and out of it?
And
While others seem upset regarding current events.
While others seem upset regarding current events.
I could give less than a shit about anything, anywhere.
The world inside my head is a constant war zone.
The enemy combatants are the opposed concepts of:
Time waits for no man
and
Timing is everything.
I had to make myself back off pushing the world
this weekend.
I almost fell into the trap of forcing things, pounding the
square peg into the round hole trying to
make something happen before it's true, proper time.
I had a distinct tendency to do that with everything
I encountered when i was young.
I would try to force things to go my way,
regardless of timing, or logic.
The consistent result for me was failure.
The problem with this problem is:
You really, truly, honestly----never know
if you did the right thing.
Did you miss a not to be replicated opportunity?
Or
Did you miss a not to be replicated failure?
I have been revising, rewriting what's been written.
Revising gives you a break.
It allows you to sharpen a tool that you created,
or to remove flaws through refinement.
The difficulty is that one can easily become lost in rewrites.
So i write new material until i become lost
and then review, refine, rewrite until i become lost
and
Repeat as necessary.
I am currently reading through the Last Policeman series of three novels
by Ben Winters.
They are so far, excellent.
A really unusual concept.
AND
"Go to Heaven for the climate,
Hell for the company."
Mark Twain