Yesterday, I stayed home from work again. Nothing to do. In a way, I like this. I’d go on contract with the company if I could, go in only when there was actually something to do. But it’s not that much money, so it’s a quandary.
On the other hand, I finished a chapter in a book that’s been teasing me for a couple of years. I’d walked away form it to write something else, and I’ve been finding it difficult to go back. I have a lot written—almost a third of it, at least—and I’m loathe to just give up on it, but with one thing or another I just haven’t been able to get any forward momentum.
Till yesterday. So this morning I’m taking a stab at the Next Chapter. And if that flows, if the words come, if the story proceeds, well…
Couple of things. I posted a new piece over on Dangerous Intersection about one of my pet peaves with the Culture At Large. Premature though it is, some folks are declaring that Intelligent Design as a movement is dead on University campuses. Follow the links.
I pulled out an old piece of vinyl this morning to listen to, Todd Rundgren’s Initiation, which has some appropriately irreverant material on it—Eastern Intrigue, Initiation, A Treatise On Cosmic Fire—and a lot of good, solid rock’n’roll.
I’m going into work early this morning, just to wrap it up for the next four days. I’m now looking forward to doing some actual fiction writing. Maybe confession is good for the soul—or at least the creative muscle.
Have a good Christmas.
