Wednesday, February 18, 2015
For example: the weather.
I should qualify this by saying I live outside the city of Ann Arbor. Logic and reason are not the bastion skills of this particular incorporated area.
There is a great deal of "want it to be" but not a great deal of "how to make it so" in this city.
Thus, there is a great deal of whining.
Typical property taxes approach $1000 a month in this enclave as well. More bitching ensues.
Hey, not my railroad. Also a point of contention. Rail transit.
So, back to writing. The lesson tonight on all this: there are things we writers control. Our content is one of those.
Not happy with sales? There's always the option of writing a better book.
Not bad advice. I think I'll follow it tonight.
The pen is the pointy one that ink comes out of right there by your hand, in case you are wondering what to do.
We write. We re-write. We edit.
Off to pull the plow. My job. My control.
See you in the morning. Mind the cactus. It bites.