As one pinned message I saw yesterday states, “Nothing exemplifies the United States like celebrating it’s creation by drinking beer and using explosives.” No truer words have been spoken, and if there is one thing that is true about the 4th of July, it’s that a large part of the population suddenly becomes like mentally deficient Mythbusters intent on blowing up anything and everything in sight. One of the main reasons I got out of The Undisclosed Location, since it’s hotter and drying than hell there, and there are fireworks bans all over the place. One drunk hillbilly + bag full ‘o M80s = burnt-down apartment complex.
Doesn’t matter. I’ll be on the road again tonight, heading back, while all the bang-bang is ongoing.
So I’m here for the next 12 hours, then back on the highway for 2 1/2 hours, catch some sleep, work for two days, then back up here for the weekend. Yeah, it’s a lot of driving, but there’s no way I want to be alone any longer than I need be. I was hoping to work from The Real Home the rest of the week–no such luck. I can’t push that line any more, it would seem. Not a problem: I’ll continue to do your dance for a little while longer.
Last night was the first time in a very long time I couldn’t write at all. Not because I didn’t want to, but with everything that happened yesterday, by the time 9 PM rolled around for me, I was completely exhausted. I sat at the computer, with Scrivener up and ready to go–and I couldn’t think. The brain was stone, the fingers unable to comply. I knew what I wanted to say, and probably could have finished off Part Nine in no time.
Just couldn’t do it. I was so out of it, anything that would have come out onto the virtual page would have sucked harder than a Jersey Short marathon hosted by the Real Housewives of New Jersey. That’s happened a few time in the past, but I’ve always managed to squeak out a few hundred words.
Not last night.
I keep pushing myself to get things out on this story. Any of the pressure I’m feeling with this story, it’s all from me. I know I’m the one generating it, and there’s a reason for it: I want to create something good and worth-while. I want to create something memorable. And I want to do create something that’s also going to make me self-sufficient.
This stuff I do for the state–that’s sucker’s work. I have no feel for it, no passion, no desire to continue. But it takes up a huge amount of my time, and that means I have to push myself hard to get any writing in. After I’m through with my blog post today, I’ll get into the story. Right now it’s a little after 7 AM, so by 8:30, or there abouts, I hope to have Part Nine in the bag, with the start of Part Ten underway.
I gotta do this, because what I’m doing now isn’t sustainable. Not for the long run. Not for any sort of run.
Yeah, back on the road again tonight.
It better be the right road, because I deserve a better journey.
