Here’s a post that I’m drafting in Word, as I’m at work and temporarily without internet access. It’s too early to just walk out the door, although I am sorely tempted. And I have no business writing anything that doesn’t directly relate to Death Comes for the Archbishop or The Unvanquished, but having completed a satisfactory draft of a paper, I do feel entitled to a break. That paper reminded me of a principle that I often forget, and that’s that if you have to write something, you have to write SOMETHING. Sit down at your computer, and start typing any garbage that comes to mind. Like this, for example. Any piece of writing that I’ve ever done and been happy with has been the result of the “Just Write It” method, in which I have no particular inspiration, and no idea how I want to say whatever it is I have to say. Just start letting words come pouring out; eventually, an idea will emerge, and then you can begin to edit and shape your composition so that you support and develop that idea. Sometimes the idea is something along the lines of “Resolved: Small Boys Enjoy Farts, Real or Simulated, and All Other Forms of Bathroom Humor”, and sometimes it’s the entire linchpin upon which my argument in a literary paper will turn. I just never know until I start typing.
It’s 4:22 now, and we still can’t gain access to the internet (I hate the word “access” used as a verb). So this means that this will post either later tonight (maybe) or tomorrow morning (really much more likely). It is now not too early to leave the office, which means I will have time to go home and change my clothes before I take my son to his Wednesday night swim meet. I did hate the idea of sitting around a pool in my black pants, blouse and cardigan
Thursday Morning Update: 7YO had his best race so far, placing third, and remembering without prompting to touch the wall. And I was much more comfortable in shorts and a tshirt than I would have been in my work clothes