Another Boring Day in the Life of a Boring Person

And that is how I like it. It used to be that I thought time was short, I would be dying young (then it became youngish, and then it became I had out-lived my usefulness and should be going), and I wanted to experience all I could. That led me into strange places, meeting all sorts of people, and was pretty much a symptom of my depression.

When I failed in my self-destruction, I looked back on my life. Self-examination led me to choosing to not repeat myself. That what would have been my choice in an earlier period, was not to be chosen. 

I also worked myself back to an earlier thinking, to the things I used to do and that I had abandoned. In that, I was helped by KH who suggested I go back to writing fiction. This I have done; albeit not to much public success. I also started keeping a journal - some of that is here.

No more crazy women; no more craziness, in general.

I went to the sheriff yesterday, as I do every Wednesday. I read a little of Carlos Fuentes there - I have a long wait for a bus, and it is quiet there.  Instead of waiting for the 4pm bus, I walked over to Hoyt Avenue to catch the #12 back downtown. The weather was nice, the knee has not been the problem it was, and I got home around 4:30.

That included a stop off Dollar General - I had prepared nothing for dinner.

I did some reading and thinning out my email. 

Somehow, I have attracted Russian readers. Hello! I have no idea why you are here, but if I get you to read Joyce Carols and/or Zora Neale Hurston, you are welcome.

The cat is not getting along with the black and white cat. I think he is not very fierce. He spent the night inside. I found he is not a great fan of ham.

I spent the last part of the night working on "Love Stinks". Although the plot and continuity are a mess thanks to the missing sections, the actual writing is not bad. It will take time. I see no reason to throw my hands up and quit. I would have done that 40 years ago.

Some reading from last night:

 ‘I’m going to start a cult. That’s the long game!’ Natasha Lyonne on crime, crosswords and Macaulay Culkin (I think Ms. Lyonne is adorable.)

Entering History: Zadie Smith and the condition of the social novel by Rosemarie Ho (The Point) (Long, too complicated for digesting, but offers much to think on the social novel; it makes me wondering if I am missing something with "Chasing Ashes"; I suggest it be read in full.)

Jane Smiley on What It’s Like to Have Your Book Banned: In Conversation with Tai Caputo From Iowa City’s City High School Student Paper

New independent bookstores are providing something different: Four new bookstores have opened this year, and at least one more is on the way.  

I need to answer an email from Charlie G.

Today, I will deliver CC her Christmas card.

 Right now, I need to get ready for work. The cat is snoozing on the table.

Have a good day.

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