Drivers are so uptight lately.
Honking and gesturing.
I’ve been noticing this since Monday, when I started taking muscle relaxants for my back again.*
They’ve been harshing my mellow at work, too. My supervisor has been all, like, do this, do that. She’s been like, I’ve discovered if I sit here next to you and give you input, you do more work.
On the plus side, great Olympic torch run, guys.
Honestly, on so many levels.
Also: had a nice walk along the creek yesterday morning.
Sunrise reflected on glass-calm water.
Two black bunnies crossed my path.
Then, at lunch, found this video over here. It is the coolest thing I’ve seen lately, except maybe Gamma’s tie-dye shirt, the sunrise and the heron (which will appear later in this post): a scientist giving a great scientific lecture that is rigorously scientific and at the same time so deeply emotional that it had her, her studio audience and me in tears.
Then: on my way home last night, moving slow in traffic on the bridge, got to watch a grey heron fly (real slow, against the wind) across the lanes, right in front of my car, almost at eye level.
I read somewhere, What would you do if you knew you would succeed?
What. What would it be? My first thought: buy a lotto ticket.
I was thinking a few weeks ago, standing outside under a perfect blue sky, about how very happy I am. I was telling this to Beta. The surprisingly big response to my request for voices for the composition had really thrilled me, and I was having a lot of social contacts with a lot of nice people, and I was thinking about a nice guy who has had a dream come true, not only being a talented painter but also making a living at it, and other friends who have achieved things.
And I realized, well, my dream was to live in Europe and make a living as a writer and I’ve achieved the first part. And Beta pointed out that I might have a better chance at achieving the second part if I actually submitted stuff.
Everything you can think of is true. Dick Cheney shits hornet eggs. I publish something finally.
I’ve actually got a couple manuscripts here I want to send to agents and publishers. I have a subscription to writersmarket.com and have been looking thru their listings.
The problem is narrowing that down a bit. How does one go about that, I wonder. One can’t send a submission to every single one all at the same time.
And so on.
*I stopped on Tuesday again, cause you don’t want this to turn into a habit or something.
“harshing my mellow”
o, how happy it makes me to read this phrase!
thank you and your pills.
Oh, HERON! Got it… what with the mention of casual drug abuse I thought you’d maybe slipped down a few levels very quickly.