I took two days off in order to kick myself back into writing. I need to launch my career as a writer of Science Fiction. I’ve been dreading the work I’d have to do for this one chapter–I found it wasn’t so bad as I thought. And I wanted to get into the conclusion of the great story for Sophia because it was weak–I was very pleased this morning when I figured out what I need to do.

I didn’t get as much reading or for that matter writing done as I’d really like. I stayed up late on Wednesday watching the St. John Passion at Ryan’s with some of the folks. It was a recording that featured a Vampire Evangelist of superb singing abilities and a bass I mistook for a tenor most of the way through (these stupid musicians are always doing things wrong; why do they have to decide if a person is a tenor or a soprano based on the range rather than the quality of the voice, you know? Right now I’m a bass thanks to a sore throat–I’ve no idea what I regularly am as I sing the main part). It was worth staying up and hearing and the company was fine, but I did not get up early the next day so I got a late start.

It is strange how much one things the time on a day off is going to count for, but it evaporates. And then I had to get sick (I hate wasting my paid time off being sick), so I’m not going to stay up late tonight either.

All of this to say: I didn’t do the writing I wanted to (but am pretty pleased with what I did), I didn’t do the reading I wanted to (not nearly enough), I did all the walking I wanted to, I did do the rearranging of the books I needed to (but I don’t have much space for growth at all, just no stacked up books in wrong places), we did send out four copies of The Big Cheese out to publishers (I have five stories complete and ready to barrage places, and my wife working as my literary agent, in a way), I spent a good deal of time taking Katrina to places I wanted to go, and so I did nothing at all in the way of blogging other than preparing a series of posts to go off all next week on Rerum Mysterio.

So I had grand plans, ideas, thoughts. I find if I don’t write about them, they tend to leave me and are lost (I also find that sometimes if I wait on posting something I will look at it later and think it is so stupid I don’t end up posting it . . . it is a strange thing, and I would never blog at all if I followed that practice regularly). Anyway, perhaps you will like this intimate vignette in lieu of legitimate blogging.