Waking in winter isn’t the same as
waking in the desert heat. Not cold
enough to turn on the heat.
Still too warm to wear layers like I
did in Indiana. In the winters here,
I transform into the tin man from
“The Wizard of Oz” sans oil can.
When I awake, I creak, I yawn, I
stretch, I ache, I squeak; I speak
like a seventy-eight on thirty-
three and a third. (If you don’t
remember vinyl records and
record players, you won’t get
that, e.g., normal speech at a
slower speed.) On the other hand,
if you laughed at that analogy,
you need to see a good Internist
like I do, whether you need one
or not. “Doc, why do I have such
and such?” I pay them to reply,
“You’re old.” (Reader, your time
will come!) Don’t worry. “Time
is on My Side” may have been a
cool song in its day; it just isn’t
true. Time is not on our side.
It was paperwork day today. Got
a mountain done. Writing wise,
I have a win-win of sorts. You
see I did NaNoWriMo for the
first time this year, which ended
on eleven thirty. I went into it
with half of my Vietnam book
written. And just over midway
through NaNo, I finished the
book. A win, sort of. I still had
to write about two thousand
words a day for about ten days
or so. Now what? I spent a few
days doing more thinking than
writing. My word count fell
drastically! The tin man was
critically wounded for the
fifty thousand word NaNo win.
But. Here is the but. I finished
the book I started. And (should
be in caps). AND, I started a
new book; a detective novel
circa 1940 in NYC. So, I didn’t
make the word count, but it
was a win-win if you ask me.
As I sit here looking out my
window, it is dark. I turned on
the yellow pair of garage lights.
I should hear the sound of the
garage door going up shortly,
then I can start on dinner.
Meanwhile, in the days ahead
I’m in edit mode, finalizing my
book and selecting photos for
it. Then, publish a another
poetry book. Then, I’ll take a
closer look at Detective Sidney
James and his 1934 Buick
fighting crime in the winter of
1940 in NYC. Christmas is on
the way. Makes me think. A good
time of year to reflect about what
is on your side. It isn’t time; we’ve
already covered that. Christmas.
Hanukkah. What comes to mind?
Tis the season to be jolly and
remember, God is on your side.