1.
Writing’s a funny art: things seem to just kind
of happen without your intending them to. Some people take this too far and say
things like “but that vital plot element just wasn’t there when I wrote the
scene!” but certainly the story takes on a life of its own at times.
This week,
completely without any planning, my hero ended up punching a ceratosaurus.
Just in case you didn't catch that: he punches a ceratosaurus!
I briefly
considered renaming the book Ceratosaur
Punching: a Novel. I now want to have the blurb on the back cover simply
read “the hero punches a ceratosaurus at one point.”
Yeah. Writing is
fun.
2.
I am officially determined to leave this job
whether or not I find a new one in time; I cannot stand one more year of this
job! Hell, I’ll be lucky to make it to June without pulling a “Mr. Poppins” and
racing out the door in the middle of a work day (though remembering the fact
that I’m the kind of person whose go-to illustration is a seventy-five-year-old
Frank Capra movie does provide some comfort).
3.
For those who have seen Office Space, do you remember the scene where the three
protagonists go postal on the printer? I’m thinking of asking for that same
kind of thing as my final request when I leave the company. Our office printer
is my nemesis, and I daily fantasize about taking a sledgehammer to it.
4.
This week I took the plunge and bought a
keyboard. It was on clearance, because apparently it had already been bought
and returned once and was not very cleanly repackaged. The keys are much too
sensitive, so if my fingers twitch I get two notes, but I’m enjoying it a good
deal so far, and I’m learning quickly.
5.
Read this:
Seriously. Read it. Here is laid out the
best dissection of the secular left from a Christian perspective that I have
read in a long, long time. I almost feel like I should give up blogging,
because this guy said pretty much exactly what I’ve been trying to say. I have
got to track down some of this guy’s fiction.
6.
Speaking of reading, if I ever do end up becoming a teacher (which I
doubt, though anything’s possible), the very first thing I would have my
students read each year is My Bondage, My
Freedom by Frederick Douglass. Or perhaps one of his other autobiographies,
in any case, Frederick Douglass. I’ve been finally retackling it, having begun
it in college but fallen off about half-way with other commitments. Lord, what
a man! Not only is his story fascinating and important in itself, but he makes
one appreciate the power of reading and writing better than anyone I’ve ever
read.
7.
Oh, in other reading news I’ve finally (about
six hours in) gotten interested in Jane
Eyre. Mr. Rochester rocks! Not ‘Mr. Darcy’ rocks, but pretty close.
Vivat Christus Rex!
2 comments:
Good luck with Jane Eyre, brother. I've tried reading it twice but could never make it through the first 50 pages of exposition. Bronte really likes hitting you over the head with the blunt end of her plot.
I listen to it on audio while playing 'Minecraft.' Really helps deal with the long digressions.
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