It’s Friday, 11:15 AM, which is not my customary writing time at all. I’m a creature of habit. I work first, and I write later. But I’m very distracted today and I can’t keep my mind focused on any of my work tasks, so I thought it might be wise to take a break and do this early in the day. I’ll make up the time on the back end.
Why am I so distracted? It would be easy to blame the state of the world and the impending election and likely post-election crisis and unrest; and of course, the damn ‘rona. It’s always the damn ‘rona. But really, I’m just unfocused and mentally lazy today. I gave myself a stern talking-to a little while ago. It didn’t take, so here I am.
Speaking of being here, “here” being my daily writing habit, this is going to change a bit on Sunday. Sunday is November 1, the first day of NaNoWriMo, and I don’t see myself being able to do that and this at the same time. So if it gets to November 15 or so, and you’re wondering where I am, then that’s where I am. And thanks for wondering where I am, by the way.
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It’s not just any Friday. It’s the last Friday before the election. As I mentioned before, I do not expect this election to shake out like most normal elections, but I will still be glad when it’s over. Tomorrow is also Halloween and we are handing out candy to any trick-or-treaters who defy the county’s “guidance” regarding Halloween. No, I’m not a COVID-denier. But I’m also not a life-denier. Infectious diseases are part of life. So are holidays. So is actual real-life in-person interaction with other humans. We’re not going to eradicate this or any other infectious disease by forbidding people to live life. So I’m going to live life. And in October, that includes Halloween candy, but not pumpkin spice latte, because we’re not animals. We’re not animals.
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It’s Saturday morning, Halloween. I looked out my kitchen window earlier this morning, the first sunny morning in a week, and the light had completely changed. The trees are almost bare and the ground is covered with crunchy dead leaves and the sunlight is pale. It looked like Thanksgiving morning. The morning hours of Thanksgiving day are among my favorite of the year. I could live with winter if it was all early morning Thanksgiving day. But it doesn’t work that way, does it?
I’m on the couch in my pajamas. It’s 9:45 and I don’t know what I’ll do today other than hand out candy and do my other usual Saturday quasi-quarantine semi-lockdown stuff--walk around the neighborhood with my friend and her dog, run errands, avoid politics, drink a glass of wine. I keep wanting to buy stuff. I don’t need any stuff, but I do like to buy stuff. The holidays are approaching, so I’ll just buy stuff for other people. I have a plan for tomorrow: Start writing a novel. I need to make a plan for today, but first I have to get off the couch. See you in a month, give or take.
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