Today, I’m giving vocabulary tests to my honors and gifted students, and we’re filing papers and busy work like that. My room is a wreck. Imagine a writer’s study used as a classroom and you’ll get a good visual image. Books piled everywhere, scattered papers, etc. I imagine there are some writers who have clean workplaces: I salute them.
The holiday season is going to be busy. I must attend a production of Scrooge tonight–no graceful way out of it. I have a 3-4 hour editing project I must finish, and a good friend in Atlanta wants me to come visit him this weekend. Thinks it will help my recent depression. I do owe him a visit, as it’s been a year and a half since I’ve seen him, and I haven’t seen his new place in Atlanta. (He lived in Greenville). But I haven’t made up my mind as to whether I will go or not, as Sunday my band was supposed to play at a private party, but our singer is still having throat problems. I might go on to Atlanta if I can set up a book reading/signing.
Beyond this weekend, on the 8th of Dec. my friend and I are DJ’ing a party at Calvert Crossing in Calhoun, and playing for the Scottish Society Christmas part on the 9th, in El Dorado on Monday the 11th for the SCV, for the SCV in W. Monroe on Tuesday the 12th. January is booked for me for three weekends. I do a posting on those later.
Movie Quotation for the Day: from Cold Mountain:(my favorite Civil War movie!)
Inman: You are all that keeps me from sliding into some dark place.
Ada: But how did I keep you? We barely knew each other. A few moments.
Inman: A thousand moments. They’re like a bag of tiny diamonds glittering in a black heart. Don’t matter if they’re real or things I made up. The shape of your neck, that’s real.