Archive for January 2008

Inevitable

I’ve been enjoying watching her crack.

Privately, of course… It’s not polite to revel in someone’s breakdown, and I’m qualified to judge, having had a breakdown or two of my own.

In old Hill’s case, the humor is in the surprise of it.

Conventional wisdom said that she was gonna go all the way, just coast on in to the white house. And I’m sure Billy Boy was hoping his porn stash would be right where he left it.

But it looks like it won’t be that easy for ‘em. They might actually have to work for it this time. I don’t mean to suggest that they haven’t worked…spinning is hard work after all, and it’s tiring…just look at her these days.

I’ve tuned out of politics lately…I guess I got tired of caring so much about things that never seem to change. I still like G-dub, mostly because he leaves little doubt about where he stands and what he’s gonna do. I like that a lot, and our enemies have no choice but to respect it.

I’m paying some attention now, but nobody really inspires me yet. That’s all I really need from a leader: Inspiration. Make me care again, will ya?

You can still write me in if you want…I’ll go and get it all straightened out. You’ll get a whopper tax cut and then I’ll get impeached. (I’d rather get pecan-ed… peaches were never my favorite, and dessert needs to be crunchy to be worth the calories.)

Mostly I just want it to be warm again. I want to shoot and ride.

I rode yesterday…it was up in the 60’s, sunny and pleasant. Did you hear the blat of the V4? Magic, even through earplugs. The v-tec kicks in and it’s giddy-up time. Miles of smiles. What a great day. Makes me believe that spring is inevitable.

Just like everything else.

The book is coming along fine, by the way. It’s morphing a bit, and that’s cool as can be. I just finished reading Stephen King’s “On Writing,” and I felt like I’d already read it. No secrets, no surprises, just hard work and patience.

He does it because he can’t rest until the idea takes flight with a life of its own. He never even really plans what his characters are gonna do. He just lets ‘em decide after they begin to breathe on their own.

It’s like shooting, and everything else. When we quit trying so hard, good things are inevitable. You don’t stop working, you stop trying.

Does that make sense to anyone but me?

Have a great day, folks!

 Steve

Kicking

It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?

Did ya miss me?

Yeah, I missed you, too.

I don’t have much time today, and I suppose that’s part of the reason that the blinking cursors of the doodle have been still and silent.

The other reason is that ____________________.

Well, It’s not quite that simple. Few things rarely are.

Largely, I was a bit bummed by the loss (to India’s stinking, English challenged black hole) of the body of work that had consumed and revived me for so long.

And of course, I thought about it.

Thought about it a lot, actually.

I wonder why I wonder why?

And, as usual, I concluded that there are no conclusions. That’s the luxury of thought, especially private thought. We get to kick the question-can all about our own little playground and then ponder its final resting place.

I’ve also been busy. There is much to do when two lives become one.

Where is the trash kept again? What’s recyclable? Where the hell are the batteries?

It’s cool, not the least bit problematic at all, unless you’ve got a dirty kleenex and you’re not too sure where it goes…

But I figure it out.

I always do, right?

I just need a little more time, sometimes.

All the time.

And winter, Columbus winter, is not my favorite of seasons.

Gray and wet, not so much white and not at all wonderful as seasons go.

But there are things to do and things to look forward to, now and always.

That’s precisely why I got to get going, folks. But there’s juice in the lines, the outlets have power, and we’ll get to all of that soon enough.

Be patient, OK? The best is always just around the corner…

Steve

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