THE DAY
Not the best writing day, though I expected this, considering that I had already made an arrangement to hang with an archivist at the library. Also slept in longer than I’d intended, although I didn’t toss and turn quite as much. I tried out what I’ve done before when I wake in the middle of the night: instead of fretting over the book, get up, write down what you’re thinking, and then lie down and go back to sleep. That worked somewhat; I wasn’t awake for HOURS. I could even read my handwriting in the morning.
Still, with only two hours (in between baking a cake), I managed about a thousand words. Not bad. Not stellar. But those are a thousand words I didn’t have yesterday.
Then went to hang with the local librarian. Very interesting couple of hours. She had links to lots of very helpful resources, and some of her personal reminisces were illuminating (for example, the explanation she’d always heard for the Germans’ arrival was that they’d defected; she knew nothing of their past until much later). But what comes through loud and clear, still, is that people were acting pragmatically and out of a long tradition of businessmen, in positions of power, acting in a way that would be best for business. They needed the income, so they were willing to look the other way and not ask too many questions. People, in this librarian’s view, just didn’t care.
Anyway, time well spent, even if I fret over the words I don’t write.
Also did my Sunday’s Cake. After last week’s fiasco, I went back to a recipe that always works: Chocolate Stout with Salted Caramel Glaze.
Also had a few visitors the week before that I forgot to post:
WRITING OUT LOUD
Dark Side of the Moon
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Blog Post: 540
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What I’m Watching:
The Blacklist and half the latest episode of Shades of Blue. All brainless, which is fine because when you’re exercising, you’re hypoxic. So . . . you’re not really firing on all thrusters by definition.
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What I’m Reading:
Actually spent some time reading Beside the Troubled Waters by Sonnie Hereford and Jack Ellis. I’ll probably read more tonight.
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What I’m Listening:
Serial, Part 7. Sorry, regardless of diagnoses, the guy wasn’t psychotic. Sure, maybe the recruiter was negligent in not digging deeper into his previous separation, but . . . look, the guy deserted. His reasons might make sense to him, but he also obviously knew that what he was doing wasn’t allowed and wrong. He wasn’t incompetent. He knew what he was doing even if he managed to spend five years coming up with an explanation that might sound exculpatory. He should go to court-martial.
