Thursday, July 5, 2018

Thursday morning quarterback

Sketch made it through the fireworks. He used to hide under the bed in our house. But fireworks were banned in our apartment complex, and he is getting deaf, so he just slept through it all.

Watching fireworks on TV, I felt a certain melancholy and sadness. The object of the celebration, it seems to me, doesn't actually exist, and this failure, which we might call the failure of the American Dream, holds particular pain since time has run out, it's too late to do much about it, Nature wins. The climate crisis remains ignored, and all of us on the planet will pay for the neglect, though I expect to be dead before the worst happens.

In the meantime, I do what I can to enjoy my life on a sinking ship. And there's a hell of a lot I enjoy, despite everything. I am close to writing a challenging section of my novel that deals with this very dilemma and emotion.

The novel is really going well again, a good writing session this morning. I'd like to finish a draft this summer. Pass it on to my publisher and see what he thinks.


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