Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Lucky Sevens

This one's going around. I thought I'd give it a shot.

Seven things to do before I die (in no particular order)
1. Get a novel published
2. Finish remodeling the house (hysterical laughter here)
3. Travel to Scotland and Ireland
4. Find spiritual and emotional serenity
5. Lose 25 pounds and KEEP IT OFF! Forever!
6. Celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary (26 and counting)
7. Retire

Seven things I cannot do
1. Play guitar (but, Lord, how I love to try!)
2. Play baseball (can't see the ball. Ouch!)
3. Repair a car (or anything gasoline-powered)
4. Work for a dumbass (been there, done that, never again)
5. Quit thinking up compelling story ideas in the middle of the night
6. Keep my desk clean
7. Suffer fools gladly

Seven things that attract me to my significant other
1. Her sense of humor
2. Her intelligence
3. The fact that she loves me (why, I don't know. Some questions should never be asked.)
4. Her love of animals
5. Her slightly off-beat sense of fashion
6. The way she hugs
7. The way she...well...None of your business! ;-)

Seven things I say most often:
1. I love you. (to my wife, of course)
2. Kill 'em all! Let God sort 'em out.
3. Moron! (mostly while driving)
4. Go for it!
5. She's (he's) a good girl (boy)! (to the dogs, of course. What did you think?)
6. Whatever.
7. Big dummy! (referring to myself)

Seven books or series that I love
1. Lord of the Rings
2. The Giant's Star series by James P. Hogan
3. HMS Ulysses by Alistair MacLean
4. Shakespeare's Tragedies
5. I Sing the Body Electric! by Ray Bradbury
6. Wild Mind by Natalie Goldberg
7. Your Heart's Desire by Sonia Choquette

Seven movies I would watch over and over again
1. Casablanca (only in black and white)
2. The Lion in Winter (Katharine Hepburn and Peter O'Toole)
3. The Phantom of the Opera ( 1925 silent with Lon Cheney, Sr.)
4. Young Frankenstein
5. Close Encounters of the Third Kind
6. Steel Magnolias
7. On Golden Pond

Seven people to tag
Whomever feels like it. Pass it on.

Eliot Was Wrong

"April is the cruelest month"
T.S. Eliot -- The Waste Land

That's a load of crap. December leaves April snorting its dust.

The grass and leaves are brown and dead. The air has gone from cool to raw. The days are short, and whatever sunlight there is is too weak to help. On top of all that, a lot of us see Christmas hanging over us like Poe's Pendulum while we lie bound and helpless to avoid it. I have several reasons for disliking Christmas, but I will keep them between me, my wife, and my therapist for the time being.

To top it all off, my dreams the past two nights have been the unholiest I have had in months. They have been imbued with dark dread for the future and raging demons from my past. Let's just say that I am not very happy right now.

So, what to do? Sleep is pretty much out of the question. Eating is an option, but one I would rather avoid, since depression brings with it an insatiable craving for simple carbs like chips and cookies. Super-high blood sugar does not help anything. Basically, all I can do right now is sit under the sunlamp every chance I get, pull myself up far enough to go to work, and write, write, write. And wait it out. Things will turn around in due course.

Progress on "A Time to Every Purpose" has been outstanding. I am on what I hope will be the penultimate editing pass. After this one, First Reader gets her crack at it. She's seen this one twice over the past several years, but not since the last radical rewrite. She also understands the necessity of honesty, even when it's not what I want to hear. Even in this kind of mood, that's a good thing. It gives me something to focus on, something I can do something about.

I am also working on a synopsis of Washed in the Blood for Miss Snark's Crap-O-Meter at the end of the year. How can I write a synopsis for a novel that's not even half-finished yet? The same way I'm writing the novel itself: make it up as I go. So far, I have found a couple of interesting ideas to work into the plot. A peculiar way to focus, maybe, but I have a reputation to uphold, after all.

I am also working on "That Others May Live" from time to time. Now is a good time to explore Jenna's pain, since I can sympathize so deeply right now. The key to this story is getting down to where it really hurts and getting that into words. Again, now is a good time for honesty. If I'm going to be crying anyway, I might as well have something to cry about.

Enough with the self-pity. Half a league, half a league, half a league onward. Or something.

Side note apropos of nothing at all: Why are such a high percentage of drivers of Chevrolet and GMC SUV's morons? Do they have to show proof of flunking an IQ test to qualify for ownership? Or is that just in Georgia?