Wednesday 10/04/2023
My only planned action today was laundry. Went for a shortish walk so as not to let my laundry idle too long. I had a call from Nancy who was running a small concert at 4pm on the 11th floor and wanted a microphone. I set that up. I stopped by on 11 during the concert and it didn’t appear the performer, a young cellist, used the mic at all.
During the afternoon I actually sat at my desk and wrote on the novel, and learned again the thing I’ve learned multiple times before: ideas come out as you are writing. Thinking about the next scene for days now, and not able to think how it should go. But actually sitting there typing words (and backspacing over them and typing other words) the ideas come, things I would never have thought of elsewise. It’s the writer’s curse. You just have to put your butt in the seat and face the keyboard; there’s no substitute.
Didn’t mention a thing I did yesterday: washed my dishes. Oooh, there’s a bulletin. But I have this small collection of dishes, plus the hummingbird feeder, that I wash very casually after use, in my sink. So I just took every utensil and dish I own, which is a small collection, down to the dining room on our floor, and ran them in the dish washer. Every couple of years whether they need it or not.
It might occur to a person that the sequence number at the top is counting toward 365 faster than the actual calendar is? Well, don’t forget this blog’s “year” starts on December 3rd. That was Day 1. This December 3 will be blog entry 5.001, start of its fifth year. Should I say my “transition to codger-dom” is finished?
Codgerville 