Sorry about not posting last weekend. I was working on In The Dark,
and because I'm the head of the safety committee where I work, I also
had to put together an action plan for next year. All part of making
sure no one gets killed which is something I do believe in, despite
rumors to the contrary.
As opposed to my writing, where people regularly get killed.
Speaking of which (writing, not killing), I'm at that point on In The
Dark where the going is slow and grinding. All those little bits
where I just wrote disconnected action sequences? Well, now I have
to not only fill in all the bits between them, the whole thing has to
make sense! I forget who said it, but the adage of 'Books aren't
written, they're rewritten,' has proved itself twice in a row now. I
really think it takes more work the second time around.
Oh, the title of the post? My wife has a sense of humor something
like mine. I frequently tell people that I just don't have a sense
of humor at all, especially at work. That's because at work I'm
usually focused on something, and because I work in a warehouse
environment, that something is often the sort that can get you
seriously hurt. So I don't let my mind wander.
But I do have something that I call a sense of humor. Today my wife
and I were out and about, and we saw some people begging on the side
of the road. We both sometimes give money to people in need, but
only when we don't feel like we're being taken advantage of, and this
time we didn't give. But we did start talking about it, and I
started putting different scenarios to her, trying to find the point
that she would part with her money. I got to where the hypothetical
beggars were kids in a school band, and one of them was out on the
median, in a kilt and playing a set of bagpipes. Then, she admitted,
she would contribute. “Because goats don't grow on trees.”
Makes perfect sense, right?
Still writing.
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