I didn’t go out yesterday, that means a writing challenge today. It’s always easy to find things to write about when I’m not writing The question is can I do it under pressure? We’ll find out.
I can write about dinner, it was the best I’ve made in a while, just roasted chicken and potatoes with garlic Texas toast but I made them perfectly. I need to lose weight so I’m not buying sweets. That’s tough on me. I should buy honey. Yes it’s fattening but I won’t eat as much of it as I would cakes and candy. It would help if I had a scale I could read.
One of the benefits of NERFA for me is validation and affirmation. I write just about every day but don’t get much feedback. I get it. I read blogs and don’t give feedback either. After NERFA people read this for the first time and give their reactions. The most satisfying is when people say they laughed out loud. I know I find myself funny but that does not mean that anyone else does. I’m always keenly aware of the Dunning-Krueger Effect.
I never try to be funny. I don’t know how to try and be funny. I don’t know how to try to be insightful. I’d love to say something funny right now but I can’t. That’s not the way it works for me. With the exception of problem solving anything creative I do, comes unbidden from the aether. All I do is recognize it and express it. One hypothesis of mine is that the reason people find me funny is that I am more open expressing the thoughts that come to me. I’m not afraid of a joke missing. I made a conscious decision early on in Wise Madness that I will not censor myself for sounding pretentious. If the aether sends me pretentious thoughts who am I to deny them? That’s a pretty pretentious thought right there. Many, perhaps most of my friends are creative, do you find it the same way? Do ideas just come to you and the work is in developing them? That reminds me, I came up with a variant on an old joke, but one that is new to me. I’ve only told it once, let’s see if it works in writing.
Donald Trump awakes one morning to find “Trump Sucks” written in yellow snow on the Whitehouse lawn. He of course gets furious and demands that the Secret Service find out who insulted him in urine. The next day they report back to him. We found the leaker … pause for laugher … It’s Robert Mueller. Trump thanks the Secret Service agent and delights in thinking how he can use this against antagonist. The agent then goes on. “There’s one more thing you’re not going to want to hear. It’s in Melania’s handwriting.”
When I heard the joke I knew it needed to be updated for the age of Trump. When the leaker pun came out by accident I felt compelled to try and make it work.
I’m disappointed in myself, I did not get out early to have my phone fixed. There are some phone stores near the pharmacy where I’m picking up a prescription. I’ll check with them if they can fix it and see if they want me to bring it in the first thing in the morning. I don’t want to be phoneless for long. The glass lens protector of the camera broke and I can’t take pictures till it is fixed. I lived almost my entire life without having a camera with me at all times but now it’s become a necessity.
This is short but I don’t have an editor telling me how many inches of the paper I need to fill so I’ll leave this as it is. Tomorrow I might delve into history, politics, and philosophy. I have a pretentious idea floating around my head.
A miracle just occurred. I ran spell/grammar check and it didn’t find a single error. I know this is short but I’m still proud of myself. For a long time my most common error was not inserting commas where they were needed. MS Word’s chiding did its job and trained me to use commas properly; more affirmation.
Wise Madness 