Paul is leaving to visit his mother on Thursday for a few days, which leaves me with a stark and lonely weekend of cleaning, writing, and reading. It’s needed, and there are also some long weekends coming up thanks to the holidays, so am feeling relatively confident I can get things finished the way I need to.
Fingers crossed, at any rate.
The weather, after that abysmal cold spell over the weekend, has now climbed back into the seventies for today; the high is supposed to be 74. It is one of those lovely days–warm, slightly cool breeze, bright blue sky with nary a cloud to be seen anywhere. Of course, I am convinced this is because I finally realized that it was smart to prepare myself for the cold in my home office and broke out the space heater.
*shakes first at universe*
Of course, rather than working on the two stories that need to be revised or the book in progress, all I can think about is the stupid short story i started writing this weekend. Do other writers have this creative attention deficit disorder? Why is it so flipping hard for me to focus on one writing project at a time, and why, oh why, can’t I simply focus on the one that has to be done? Heavy heaving sigh.
We continue to watch Ray Donovan, and continue to enjoy it, although there have been moments of ‘oh really?’ here and there. I am also still reading I Am Providence, not as quickly as I would like–the writing and everything–but I am moving along rather nicely. I also have been rereading Barbara Tuchman’s The March of Folly (watching Medici: Masters of Florence triggered me into wanting to read the section “The Renaissance Popes Trigger the Protestant Reformation” again). This book is one of Tuchman’s best; in it, she talks about how governments fail to act in their own self-interest with disastrous results because of an inability to see the big picture. She opens with book with the myth of the Trojan War and the Trojan Horse; an illustrative myth demonstrating folly. The war was folly, taking the horse into the city was folly; and then she moves on to three historical periods where folly and the short-term overruled the big picture with disastrous results: the afore-mentioned study of six consecutive popes (Pius II thru Clement VII); “The British Lose America”; and finally, “America Betrays Herself in Vietnam.”
I would love to write popular histories, but the problem of course is I don’t have the time to do the research. My time is already pretty limited, and let’s face it, if I learned anything from college it’s that I would rather read for pleasure than read something I have to. In fact, nothing takes the pleasure from reading for me faster than being forced to read something, which is why I want to reread some of the things I was forced to read for classes–like The Great Gatsby, which I absolutely loathed, and Hemingway, and various other things.
Ah, well, enough delaying, and it’s back to the spice mines with me.
Here’s today’s hunk.