Slouching toward Bethlehem
Sunday, February 6th, 2011 08:07 pm. . .or maybe only Monday.
Well, I had great plans for today, chiefest among them wringing a complete first draft out of my underachieving brain and onto the page. This did not happen. Honest to ghu, how long can it take to write a single story?
I did shovel snow — the snow was wet, the day was warm — and took care of bidness correspondence, some of which begat more correspondence to be done, um, later. I paid medical bills in-hand, and there’s still money in the checkbook. I did the laundry. I fell on Mozart, which may have been his plan, but wasn’t mine. Just generally speaking, I’m at a point in my life where the less I fall down, the better I like it. Reprising the role I play in Real Life, I have been an Evil Liberal on teh intertubes. I did not do the dishes, because I didn’t want to. I received the wisdom of the LJ Flist on iTunes, for which I thank everyone who shared very much.
. . .and that’s all the news &c. Time for lunch and the girding of one’s loins for the morrow.
Progress on “Intelligent Design”
5,373 out of 10,000 words OR 53.73% complete
Originally published at Sharon Lee, Writer. You can comment here or there.
Wow
Date: 2011-02-07 08:39 am (UTC)Better go. Except to say that I hate my new digital camera which is definitely evil
C.
falling down
Date: 2011-02-07 12:31 pm (UTC)I had a faculty member who used one that was about 6ft tall. Of course it helped that he looked like Moses and taught religion. The students were not quite sure that he couldn't turn it into a snake. Lots of fun watching them when he had to "scold" them.
Edith
Re: falling down
Date: 2011-02-07 05:21 pm (UTC)Of course campus security would not be pleased to find out that there was a blade in that cane...
Re: falling down
Date: 2011-02-07 07:45 pm (UTC)Mary
Cane & Slouching toward Bethlehem
Date: 2011-02-07 10:24 pm (UTC)Joan C
no subject
Date: 2011-02-07 10:26 pm (UTC)Joan C
About canes
Date: 2011-02-08 02:26 am (UTC)I bring Lollysmith up because I don’t know where else you can find a neat accessory. It’s a rubber cane tip with a fold-out stainless steel spike. It’s great for walking on ice. Helps when walking on snow. Fold it out of the way when you go inside. Somebody who carries a cane in Mane could do worse.
Joan C
Yeats’ final lines to a fine poem are:
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Raymond