I can't say that last week's writing adventure was entirely successful. I wrote for a long long time on Friday and accumulated a bunch of pages on This-Novel-That-Might-Never-Be-Published, but things went downhill from there. Saturday I spent organizing my office at work and Sunday, I let myself get talked into going to the Taste of Maryland (which, by the way, was the worst thing I have ever seen in my life. I've been to the Taste of Chicago and the Taste of Cleveland and enjoyed myself at both. This was some bootleg shit. There were hardly any Maryland specific restaurants! Everything cost a grip, which would have been expected had the website not specifically said that things would cost no more then three tickets. Oh, and you had to purchase tickets that turned out to be non-refundable. Hell yeah, I tried to take them things back.) After the Taste debacle, who the hell would want to write? Not me. I felt like punching someone in the face. Having a character punch someone in the face just wouldn't do. So I sat around pissed off, because I'm told punching people in the face is not socially acceptable.
So, I can't say the attempt at dedicating time to my stupid obsession was a complete failure either. No, I didn't tour a bunch of places I used to write at (I only hit up two and one of them was my home office), but being single-minded about TNTMNBP for a few hours made me realize that finishing this thing means throwing writing time into the mix along with every other activity that just has to be done: brush teeth, eat, wash drawers, relationship time, eat, work on TNTMNBP, grade papers, sleep, goof off, drink an energy drink, feed the cat and on and on....
Stunning and dazzling insight , right? Earth shaking. Brilliant. No one's ever thought of it before.
This week's Free-Will horoscope is not nearly as inspiring as last week's, but I think it applies...There are some mistaken beliefs that I need to set staight:
Many Americans regard the Pledge of Allegiance as a supreme oath of loyalty to the United States. When I was a kid, we used to recite it to start each school day. Members of Congress still make it their opening salutation at every session. It's not well-known, though, that the Pledge was composed by a Socialist, Baptist minister Francis Bellamy. Republicans might swoon in apoplexy if you presented them with this proof that an extreme left-winger was a fervent patriot. But doing that would be right in alignment with your assignment in the coming week, Sagittarius. You will receive encouragement from the cosmos whenever you seek out and express facts that disprove prevailing biases and mistaken beliefs.