Thursday, August 19, 2010
In order to do the heading for this entry, I had to think, "What day is it?" Then remind myself that I am sitting in Big Red* in Bolivar while the guys are at AA. If it's Bolivar, it must be Thursday. Lord almighty, this 2nd shift crap messes with your head and, also, I am a little too immersed in my job, I think.
Anyway, I really, really need to start writing more often. I know I've said so a bazillion times, but I am NOT kidding around anymore. There are, as always, the mental health benefits (or, perhaps more important than the benefits of writing are the dangers of not writing), but I am also letting gigantic quantities of good "material" slip through my fingers.
Tonight, for instance, a client with whom I have a rather odd teasing rapport said (after I had shot down a ridiculous request of his), "That's okay, everyone can keep poking at me like I'm one of those voodoo dolls, but I'm going to keep making lemonade." Why stop at mixing metaphors, when you can scramble similes and throw in a drop or two of cliche for good measure? Lemonade, indeed.
*This is the highly unimaginative nickname of our 13-passenger van, which is, you won't be surprised to learn, red. And, um, big.