Monday, January 15, 2001

 

12:34 a.m. Still no scanner, still no photos ... and no extra stray art. Still no time to write ... so I think I'll do the graceful thing and just let this day go by, let it slip away without any undue clinging on my part.

Or wringing of my hands. Some days, many days, most days I don't make any time to write. I'm just not set up that way. I make time to take care of my house and my kitchen and the bathrooms, of course, but I never, or hardly ever, decide that some writing needs to be done.

Yet, if I had to fill in a blank next to my name marked "occupation", I wouldn't hesitate to write "writer". I think that means I'm a liar -- certainly a self-liar. Must work on that.

Meanwhile, it must be written in some manual somewhere that January is the month of grand organization. Today I organized the bills and I feel a deep sense of accomplishment. I may not be able to pay them, by golly, but I can most certainly line them up neatly.

Marching along, stoic. Never complain, never explain.

Sort of takes away all the reasons for writing, doesn't it?