Hello coworkers

Why are you such tense little balls of anger?

My brain is on vacation in London

The Olympics are not conducive to writing. It is vitally important that I witness men in tight shorts twist and flip and slice the water with perfect lines.

Current Count

200 pages / 63,897 words

Currently reading

I may have bitten off more than I can chew. Here is what I currently have checked out of the library:

1. DNA USA: A Genetic Portrait of America by Bryan Sykes

2. The Western Canon by Harold Bloom

3. A History of the American People by Paul Johnson

4. The Ascent of Money by Niall Ferguson

Do you get the sense that I feel my public school and prestigious college educations were substandard? Lest you get intimidated by all of this heavy reading, my bedside book is Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.

Real world vs. real world

I live all the time with stories in my head. The characters and storylines are very real to me. This is the place I want to spend time in. I want time to write these things down. However, the real "real world" is banging at my door. It is telling me that I need to sojourn in graduate school for 2-3 years to get an advanced-but-pointless degree in my field (as told to me by the person who interviewed me for a job). It's yelling through the window that I will be let go from my current job if I miss any more days because of the daycare being closed or Munchkin falling sick. The idea of spending mental engergy on boring classes for the next few years--while still holding down a job--makes me feel sick to my stomach. Not one extra minute will be left for anything else. Welcome to the desert of the real.