Five

Jan. 21st, 2009 12:25 pm
mmerriam: (Type)
Dear President Barack Obama,

All we ask is: Don't screw things up even more.

Hopefully Yours,
Me

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dear Person Who Took My Recycle Bin,

Really? My recycle bin?

In Bogglement,
Your Confused and Disappointed Neighbor

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dear Diary,

Today I dropped a bottle of ketchup, with predictable results! It was not the best day ever!

Signed,
Clumsy

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dear Internet Slapfighters,

Perhaps it would be a good idea step away from the keyboard for a day and take a calming breath.

In Peace,
Michael

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dear Michael's Brain,

Stop worrying about the meaningless stuff and get on with the business at hand.

Nolove,
The Meat Puppet

Five

Jan. 21st, 2009 12:25 pm
mmerriam: (Type)
Dear President Barack Obama,

All we ask is: Don't screw things up even more.

Hopefully Yours,
Me

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dear Person Who Took My Recycle Bin,

Really? My recycle bin?

In Bogglement,
Your Confused and Disappointed Neighbor

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dear Diary,

Today I dropped a bottle of ketchup, with predictable results! It was not the best day ever!

Signed,
Clumsy

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dear Internet Slapfighters,

Perhaps it would be a good idea step away from the keyboard for a day and take a calming breath.

In Peace,
Michael

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dear Michael's Brain,

Stop worrying about the meaningless stuff and get on with the business at hand.

Nolove,
The Meat Puppet
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Over on my Facebook, I noted that I think Dark Water Blues is both the best and worst thing I have ever written. It is a vexing thing, though not necessarily a bad thing. I've been doing a clean-up pass before I start sending it out to readers, and there are plenty of moment where I read what I've written and go, "Huh, I really do seem to be improving." Sadly, there are still too many moments of, "Oh my god, this is such crap!"

Still, if looked at objectively, I seem to moving in the right direction. The problems with Dark Water Blues are different from the problems I had with Last Car to Annwn Station, which were much different from the problems I had with Old Blood's Fate. For the most part, I find myself not making the same mistakes from novel to novel, which I consider a good thing. It means some of the things I'm learning as a writer are taking root. Maybe I'll learn enough to write something sellable. Eventually.

Michael Yammers on About the Publishing Industry, Agents, Fear, and Slopping the Hogs. )
mmerriam: (Blind)

Hi Michael,

I'm Z, 18, from Washington.  I share your eye disease.  I was diagnosed at 14 and would like to know what to expect in the future with my eyes.  Blessing.

Thank you,

Z

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hi Z,

For so few words, that is one big question, and a tough one to answer.  The problem is, retinitis pigmentosa takes on so many forms and reacts differently in each individual.  I've know of people who lost their vision very quickly, and I've known people like me, who had a slow decline.   

I'm guessing you've already read up on the disease, looking at places like wikipedia (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Retinitis_pigmentosa) or the Washington State Department of Services for the Blind (http://www.dsb.wa.gov/), so all I can really do is speak from my own experience.

For me it was a gradual decline, a thing so slow I almost didn't realize how bad my vision had become.  Almost.  I was diagnosed at 15 years old, and was almost 40 before enough of my vision was lost to make me legally blind.  I started by losing my night vision first, then came a slow decline in my forward daytime vision and peripheral.  I've reached the point now where it's like looking through a tube at the world, and I can't really see much of anything at night.  The thing is, I lived a normal life for years before I had to start making adjustments (which we will talk about in a bit).

I think the important thing is to acknowledge that it will change your life, but to not let it stop you from living.  As your vision degrades and fades, things will get harder, there will be things you have to stop doing for safety's sake (like driving, which was the hardest transition for me to make). 

Another important thing is: Don't lie to yourself.  Once you start losing vision, once it become noticeable, deal with it head-on. Get help, get training.  Learn to use all the adaptive technology out there, like JAWS for Windows, high powered magnifiers, voice software, talking clocks, microwaves, and stoves.  Learn to use the white cane or a guide dog and to read Braille when the time comes.

Don't be afraid to be a part of the world around you.  Too many people, faced with the difficulties of dealing with a disability, stop interacting with the world, shut their doors, withdraw from life.  Don't do this.  Ask for help.  Be engaged with the world around you.  There are people who are willing to help, and in fact are paid to help.  Let them.  

Never let anyone tell you that you can't be something.  Okay, you might not be able to do some jobs, like drive a truck or operate heavy machines or fly fighter jets, but there is plenty of opportunity for folks who are blind or who have low-vision, especially in the arts and technology fields.

As you lose vision, you'll have to learn to adjust.  You'll learn to memorize the placement of furniture (and I promise, you'll trip over it from time to time when people move it).  You'll learn to move a little slower and to be aware of your surroundings.  You'll learn to move through space you cannot see, or at least cannot see well, by trusting your ears and your nose and the air currents on your skin.  You'll learn to count steps on the stairs and count steps to places around the house.  Routine will be your friend, but don't let it chain you down either.

You will have days that are worse than others.  One thing I and others I've known have experienced is that RP makes your sight unpredictable.  Some days it's almost like I can see normally, some days I'm almost totally blind.  Most days I'm somewhere in-between.  I went to a psychologist (who was blind) to get assistance with dealing with depression and with making the adjustment.  She helped me a lot, because she had been there, she understood what a difficult transition it was going to be.  And I won't lie to you, it was difficult for me, and will be for you.

There will be days when you knock over drinks, walk into walls, and trip over things you didn't see.  It will be frustrating.  There will be days you will hate the world and the unfairness of it all.  There will be days you won't want to get out of bed. There will be days when you are depressed.  That's okay.  Take a day off and stay in bed.  Be angry at the world.  Then pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and go on with your life, because that's really all you can do. 

It's a big, scary thing, but you can't let it destroy you.  You can't let it leave you angry and broken and bitter at the world, because that is no way to live.  Find something you love and do it.  Surround yourself with people who care about you.  Let them help, but learn when to tell them to give you space.

The best thing you can do--the very best thing--is to make a good life for yourself, whatever that means to you.

I don't know how much this helped, but if you want to talk again, please feel free to email me in the future. 

Best Wishes,
Michael Merriam

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The best thing you can do--the very best thing--is to make a good life for yourself, whatever that means to you.

That goes for all of you.

In Peace,
Michael

mmerriam: (Blind)

Hi Michael,

I'm Z, 18, from Washington.  I share your eye disease.  I was diagnosed at 14 and would like to know what to expect in the future with my eyes.  Blessing.

Thank you,

Z

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hi Z,

For so few words, that is one big question, and a tough one to answer.  The problem is, retinitis pigmentosa takes on so many forms and reacts differently in each individual.  I've know of people who lost their vision very quickly, and I've known people like me, who had a slow decline.   

I'm guessing you've already read up on the disease, looking at places like wikipedia (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Retinitis_pigmentosa) or the Washington State Department of Services for the Blind (http://www.dsb.wa.gov/), so all I can really do is speak from my own experience.

For me it was a gradual decline, a thing so slow I almost didn't realize how bad my vision had become.  Almost.  I was diagnosed at 15 years old, and was almost 40 before enough of my vision was lost to make me legally blind.  I started by losing my night vision first, then came a slow decline in my forward daytime vision and peripheral.  I've reached the point now where it's like looking through a tube at the world, and I can't really see much of anything at night.  The thing is, I lived a normal life for years before I had to start making adjustments (which we will talk about in a bit).

I think the important thing is to acknowledge that it will change your life, but to not let it stop you from living.  As your vision degrades and fades, things will get harder, there will be things you have to stop doing for safety's sake (like driving, which was the hardest transition for me to make). 

Another important thing is: Don't lie to yourself.  Once you start losing vision, once it become noticeable, deal with it head-on. Get help, get training.  Learn to use all the adaptive technology out there, like JAWS for Windows, high powered magnifiers, voice software, talking clocks, microwaves, and stoves.  Learn to use the white cane or a guide dog and to read Braille when the time comes.

Don't be afraid to be a part of the world around you.  Too many people, faced with the difficulties of dealing with a disability, stop interacting with the world, shut their doors, withdraw from life.  Don't do this.  Ask for help.  Be engaged with the world around you.  There are people who are willing to help, and in fact are paid to help.  Let them.  

Never let anyone tell you that you can't be something.  Okay, you might not be able to do some jobs, like drive a truck or operate heavy machines or fly fighter jets, but there is plenty of opportunity for folks who are blind or who have low-vision, especially in the arts and technology fields.

As you lose vision, you'll have to learn to adjust.  You'll learn to memorize the placement of furniture (and I promise, you'll trip over it from time to time when people move it).  You'll learn to move a little slower and to be aware of your surroundings.  You'll learn to move through space you cannot see, or at least cannot see well, by trusting your ears and your nose and the air currents on your skin.  You'll learn to count steps on the stairs and count steps to places around the house.  Routine will be your friend, but don't let it chain you down either.

You will have days that are worse than others.  One thing I and others I've known have experienced is that RP makes your sight unpredictable.  Some days it's almost like I can see normally, some days I'm almost totally blind.  Most days I'm somewhere in-between.  I went to a psychologist (who was blind) to get assistance with dealing with depression and with making the adjustment.  She helped me a lot, because she had been there, she understood what a difficult transition it was going to be.  And I won't lie to you, it was difficult for me, and will be for you.

There will be days when you knock over drinks, walk into walls, and trip over things you didn't see.  It will be frustrating.  There will be days you will hate the world and the unfairness of it all.  There will be days you won't want to get out of bed. There will be days when you are depressed.  That's okay.  Take a day off and stay in bed.  Be angry at the world.  Then pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and go on with your life, because that's really all you can do. 

It's a big, scary thing, but you can't let it destroy you.  You can't let it leave you angry and broken and bitter at the world, because that is no way to live.  Find something you love and do it.  Surround yourself with people who care about you.  Let them help, but learn when to tell them to give you space.

The best thing you can do--the very best thing--is to make a good life for yourself, whatever that means to you.

I don't know how much this helped, but if you want to talk again, please feel free to email me in the future. 

Best Wishes,
Michael Merriam

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The best thing you can do--the very best thing--is to make a good life for yourself, whatever that means to you.

That goes for all of you.

In Peace,
Michael

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And now the anxiety about tomorrow night's reading is hitting me full force...
mmerriam: (Hide)
And now the anxiety about tomorrow night's reading is hitting me full force...
mmerriam: (Coffee)
[livejournal.com profile] careswen and I will be heading up for a long weekend mini-vacation to Stillwater starting tomorrow. We are both looking forward to getting out of town and having a little private time together. We've picked out some things we both want to do, though we will be pleased with any serendipitous finds and discoveries.

Last night, while we ate dinner, I told [livejournal.com profile] careswen that I was really looking forward to this trip. I need to get away from the house for a bit. I need to recharge, step away from the internet, news, politics, and yes, from writing. I've been feeling tired and worn and generally off. Not quite depressed, but hovering near it, I think. More like out-of-gas and stretched really thin.

It's kind of an odd situation, because when I don't have a writing project going (which I don't right now) I tend to get antsy and grumpy. But this time I'm so worn out and brain dead from the busy last couple of months, that I don’t want to write, except not having a project going is what? If you guessed "Making me antsy and grumpy" you'd win a prize, except I'm not giving anything away. Sorry.

I'm hoping that this little retreat will give me chance to recharge properly. I intend to play tourist during the day and soak in the whirlpool at night. And read. After we leave tomorrow (late morning, I think), I won't have access to the internet (no email or LJ all weekend), won't turn on a television, and probably won't even turn on a radio. I'll take my pen and notebook, but if they never get opened, I don't really care. I might do some personal journal work.

Just thinking about getting out of town and spending a long weekend relaxing with [livejournal.com profile] careswen make me feel better. I'll be back on Monday.
mmerriam: (Coffee)
[livejournal.com profile] careswen and I will be heading up for a long weekend mini-vacation to Stillwater starting tomorrow. We are both looking forward to getting out of town and having a little private time together. We've picked out some things we both want to do, though we will be pleased with any serendipitous finds and discoveries.

Last night, while we ate dinner, I told [livejournal.com profile] careswen that I was really looking forward to this trip. I need to get away from the house for a bit. I need to recharge, step away from the internet, news, politics, and yes, from writing. I've been feeling tired and worn and generally off. Not quite depressed, but hovering near it, I think. More like out-of-gas and stretched really thin.

It's kind of an odd situation, because when I don't have a writing project going (which I don't right now) I tend to get antsy and grumpy. But this time I'm so worn out and brain dead from the busy last couple of months, that I don’t want to write, except not having a project going is what? If you guessed "Making me antsy and grumpy" you'd win a prize, except I'm not giving anything away. Sorry.

I'm hoping that this little retreat will give me chance to recharge properly. I intend to play tourist during the day and soak in the whirlpool at night. And read. After we leave tomorrow (late morning, I think), I won't have access to the internet (no email or LJ all weekend), won't turn on a television, and probably won't even turn on a radio. I'll take my pen and notebook, but if they never get opened, I don't really care. I might do some personal journal work.

Just thinking about getting out of town and spending a long weekend relaxing with [livejournal.com profile] careswen make me feel better. I'll be back on Monday.
mmerriam: (Type)
I stayed away from Live Journal for most of yesterday, as I'm not a big fan of April Fool's Day. I didn't write at all yesterday, but I did manage to finish several other projects that needed my attention, so it's all good.

I'm still feeling unsettled as a writer, though I don't know why. If it doesn’t pass in a few days, maybe I'll try to articulate what I am feeling here in the blog, and then let you guys smack some sense into me.

March Stats
Submissions Made: 7
Sales: 1
Rejections: 5
Other: 2 (1 market folded, 1 rewrite request)
Publications: 0
Crits Given: 0
Approx Word Count: 11588
Stories Circulating: 11
mmerriam: (Type)
I stayed away from Live Journal for most of yesterday, as I'm not a big fan of April Fool's Day. I didn't write at all yesterday, but I did manage to finish several other projects that needed my attention, so it's all good.

I'm still feeling unsettled as a writer, though I don't know why. If it doesn’t pass in a few days, maybe I'll try to articulate what I am feeling here in the blog, and then let you guys smack some sense into me.

March Stats
Submissions Made: 7
Sales: 1
Rejections: 5
Other: 2 (1 market folded, 1 rewrite request)
Publications: 0
Crits Given: 0
Approx Word Count: 11588
Stories Circulating: 11
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Which was [livejournal.com profile] careswen's advice after yesterday's post, and good advice it is. Also, thank you everyone who dropped by yesterday's post and talked to about the blind and clumsy stuff. You people are great, and I really appreciated everyone's words and stories.

The Twin Cities Speculative Fiction Network meeting on Sunday went well, but I left it feeling...unsettled is the best word I can come up with. I suspect it is nothing more than an off-shoot of my own unhappy mood after the cabinet accident, but it is still persisting into today. I thought about blogging about it, but decided not to, since I haven't pinpointed what is bothering me, and it might well be my own silly brain being silly, in which case I just need a day or two to get some perspective.

I didn't work on Rija's Tale today, though I might tonight. Instead I started rewriting a short story, took care of some online business and bill paying, and did some job hunting and follow-up.

It is snowing here in Hopkins, Minnesota. Great wet flakes, the kind that creates heart-attack heavy snow to be shoveled, which makes me glad I live in a townhome and my association deals with that sort of thing. I've been out in it a few times today, to the mailbox and to the garage twice. I brought in firewood, because we haven't used the fireplace once this winter. We've been so busy and stressed with life, we never got around to having a nice fire. [livejournal.com profile] careswen emailed from work, asking if we could have one tonight, and I think that's a wonderful idea, so I brought wood in from the garage.

It took me almost fifteen minutes to convince the garage door to close, sadly. The snow, which is coming down in large, swirling flakes, was falling and blowing so hard it was spoofing the electronic eye on the garage door. I was about ready to shut it manually when it finally closed properly.

But I am making comfort food tonight for dinner (Cheeseburgers, for the curious) and then there will be a nice warm fire, and hot cocoa, and perhaps the Reverend will come down from the bedroom, meowing her little old lady meow and curling up on the floor near us. Maybe we will read, or watch something unchallenging and pleasant, or maybe I'll write while [livejournal.com profile] careswen prepares for her first day of grad school, which is fast approaching, and we will be inside, and warm, and together, and it will be exactly the thing to do on a cold, snowy Minnesota night.
mmerriam: (Default)
Which was [livejournal.com profile] careswen's advice after yesterday's post, and good advice it is. Also, thank you everyone who dropped by yesterday's post and talked to about the blind and clumsy stuff. You people are great, and I really appreciated everyone's words and stories.

The Twin Cities Speculative Fiction Network meeting on Sunday went well, but I left it feeling...unsettled is the best word I can come up with. I suspect it is nothing more than an off-shoot of my own unhappy mood after the cabinet accident, but it is still persisting into today. I thought about blogging about it, but decided not to, since I haven't pinpointed what is bothering me, and it might well be my own silly brain being silly, in which case I just need a day or two to get some perspective.

I didn't work on Rija's Tale today, though I might tonight. Instead I started rewriting a short story, took care of some online business and bill paying, and did some job hunting and follow-up.

It is snowing here in Hopkins, Minnesota. Great wet flakes, the kind that creates heart-attack heavy snow to be shoveled, which makes me glad I live in a townhome and my association deals with that sort of thing. I've been out in it a few times today, to the mailbox and to the garage twice. I brought in firewood, because we haven't used the fireplace once this winter. We've been so busy and stressed with life, we never got around to having a nice fire. [livejournal.com profile] careswen emailed from work, asking if we could have one tonight, and I think that's a wonderful idea, so I brought wood in from the garage.

It took me almost fifteen minutes to convince the garage door to close, sadly. The snow, which is coming down in large, swirling flakes, was falling and blowing so hard it was spoofing the electronic eye on the garage door. I was about ready to shut it manually when it finally closed properly.

But I am making comfort food tonight for dinner (Cheeseburgers, for the curious) and then there will be a nice warm fire, and hot cocoa, and perhaps the Reverend will come down from the bedroom, meowing her little old lady meow and curling up on the floor near us. Maybe we will read, or watch something unchallenging and pleasant, or maybe I'll write while [livejournal.com profile] careswen prepares for her first day of grad school, which is fast approaching, and we will be inside, and warm, and together, and it will be exactly the thing to do on a cold, snowy Minnesota night.
mmerriam: (Death)
I'm 43 years-old today.

Usually on my birthday I like to spend a little time considering where I have been, where I'm going, and what I want to get out of both the next year and the rest of my life.

If something important happens, or you need to reach me, my email is in my profile.
mmerriam: (Death)
I'm 43 years-old today.

Usually on my birthday I like to spend a little time considering where I have been, where I'm going, and what I want to get out of both the next year and the rest of my life.

If something important happens, or you need to reach me, my email is in my profile.
mmerriam: (Thoughtful)
Since I'm planning on more these entries entitled "Michael's Brain," I thought I might give a quick explanation of the purpose.

There are things that go on inside my head, things that need careful examination, things that need to be questioned, things that make me react in various given situation in ways I dislike.

The "Michael's Brain" posts will be a way to bring those things into focus so I can examine them.

Does this mean I'll be posting all my dark and angsty secrets to LJ? No, of course not. You don't want that, I don't want that, and neither of us needs that. Most of what I'm doing with the sorting and shuffling and such in my head will be done in private, out of your sight.

But sometime I'm going to want to take something and write about here, in this public space (though I suspect I will friends-lock most of those posts and place them behind cuts).

Why, you ask?

Because sometime I really need to take a thing (especially a thing that is so veryvery obviously wrong or false) and tear it down to its component pieces so I can understand why I do the things I do. If I post it here, for all of you to see, then I have you to bear witness (even if you never post a comment on it, even if you rarely read this blog, you will still be my silent witnesses) and this means I can't just ignore it anymore.

Because sometimes I'm going to pull something off the shelf and look at it and think:

"Yup, looks a lot like that crud that spilled out of my '74 Dart that time I forgot to change the oil for 15,000 miles. Let's just put this dripping nasty mess back where we found it."

And I don't want to do that anymore.

This all going to be a little odd for me. I am an intensely private person, despite the impression you may get from this blog. But sometime you have to use whatever tools are at hand to do the repairs.

That is all.
mmerriam: (Thoughtful)
Since I'm planning on more these entries entitled "Michael's Brain," I thought I might give a quick explanation of the purpose.

There are things that go on inside my head, things that need careful examination, things that need to be questioned, things that make me react in various given situation in ways I dislike.

The "Michael's Brain" posts will be a way to bring those things into focus so I can examine them.

Does this mean I'll be posting all my dark and angsty secrets to LJ? No, of course not. You don't want that, I don't want that, and neither of us needs that. Most of what I'm doing with the sorting and shuffling and such in my head will be done in private, out of your sight.

But sometime I'm going to want to take something and write about here, in this public space (though I suspect I will friends-lock most of those posts and place them behind cuts).

Why, you ask?

Because sometime I really need to take a thing (especially a thing that is so veryvery obviously wrong or false) and tear it down to its component pieces so I can understand why I do the things I do. If I post it here, for all of you to see, then I have you to bear witness (even if you never post a comment on it, even if you rarely read this blog, you will still be my silent witnesses) and this means I can't just ignore it anymore.

Because sometimes I'm going to pull something off the shelf and look at it and think:

"Yup, looks a lot like that crud that spilled out of my '74 Dart that time I forgot to change the oil for 15,000 miles. Let's just put this dripping nasty mess back where we found it."

And I don't want to do that anymore.

This all going to be a little odd for me. I am an intensely private person, despite the impression you may get from this blog. But sometime you have to use whatever tools are at hand to do the repairs.

That is all.
mmerriam: (Thoughtful)
Sometimes I have to remind myself of this:

I am a reasonably intelligent and articulate person.

It’s just that I run with a crowd of people who tend to be way above the norm in brain-power. I hang out with wonderful, funny, brilliant people. Erudite people able to hold forth on topics multiple and varied with passion, reason, and intelligence. Creators of beautiful words, of beautiful music, of beauty.

People who often leave me breathless and dazed in their wake.

And so, sometimes I have to remind myself.
mmerriam: (Thoughtful)
Sometimes I have to remind myself of this:

I am a reasonably intelligent and articulate person.

It’s just that I run with a crowd of people who tend to be way above the norm in brain-power. I hang out with wonderful, funny, brilliant people. Erudite people able to hold forth on topics multiple and varied with passion, reason, and intelligence. Creators of beautiful words, of beautiful music, of beauty.

People who often leave me breathless and dazed in their wake.

And so, sometimes I have to remind myself.
mmerriam: (Type)
I fell asleep quickly last night, which is a good thing, especially considering how erratic my sleep schedule has been lately. So here I am, merrily sleeping away, when suddenly my book finally figures out how it all ends. Which is nice, except it woke me up at some point after 1 a.m. to tell me.

Writer Brain: "Michael! Michael get up! I know what's going to happen!

Writer: "Whazit? miziwit?"

Writer Brain: "I know how the book ends. Getupgetupgetup right nownownow!"

Writer: (looks at alarm clock) "What?"

Writer Brain: "GET UP AND WRITE THIS DOWN!"

Writer: "Okay, I'm up. What's the big deal."

Writer Brain then proceeds to spend the next twenty minutes explaining to me how the rest of the novel is going to go, chattering away like an excitable squirrel on speed. Finally the hapless writer gets up, grabs his notepad and pen, and stumbles out to the living room.

Writer Brain: "We should just fire up the computer and get to work!"

Writer: (Scribbling away furiously on his notepad) "In the morning."

Writer Brain: "No! We should get this down right now while it's fresh!"

Writer: "No. That way lies the road to disaster. I can do it in the morning from my notes, thank you."

Writer Brain: "What could go wrong?"

Writer: "It's two in the morning, and I've had two hours of sleep. Everything could go wrong."

Writer Brain: "It will be fine. Come on, let's just boot the laptop up and write a few paragraphs."

Writer: "And when the books end with an incident involving a donkey, a dwarf, a coed, and Interpol, then what?"

Writer Brain: (meekly) "We rewrite?"

Writer: "I'm going back to bed. Talk to me in the morning."


And now, I really need to get to work.

Peace, Love, Spanish Omelets,

Michael

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