I need a drink.
I don’t usually say that but it’s just been one of those days. And, I guess I have been slacking a bit on the ‘beer’ part of “Books, Beer and Bigfoot”, right? So it’s about time.
Now I’m usually a positive person. An optimist even. Someone who sees life as wonderful and not dependent on the things that are happening at the moment. At least I think so. And if you disagree, feel free to write me a comment and I’ll feel free to completely ignore it. Happily. And with a smile on my face.
But some days…. They just make you regret all the choices that you made throughout the day (like waking up, getting out of bed, leaving the house, etc.). Days that could have been spent on the couch eating Cookie Crisp out of the box and playing PlayStation and avoiding things like adult responsibility, appointments and the world as a whole and it could have felt way more positive and productive. So it’s a day when it’s just mandatory to stop at a certain store on the way home.
Now, since I moved across country to Fayette County, the “right” choices aren’t exactly available. My beer of choice isn’t sold in the area. Heck, the guy at the counter has never even heard of it. And that’s one of the signs that you’re not in Kansas any more, so to speak. So that definitely contributes to making you feel a bit more out of place on a rough day. But you deal with it and take what you can get.
What I purchased would go well in front of a campfire, but it’s too hot and humid out there and the gnats keep flying up my nose every time that I go outside. Yeah, you know it’s been one of those days when even the gnats are conspiring against you with their suicidal runs up each of your nostrils. Sheesh.
Can you tell that I just want to complain? It’s one of those days when I’m tempted to write and rip on Wendy Bell’s lawsuit (it’s a Pittsburgh area thing if you’re curious) or politics or LeBron James or Just anything that will get my heart racing and my sarcasm flowing. But it’s just a day. That’s all. After a little complaining the beer will be nice and cold, the sun will be down, Bigfoot will be roaming up in the hills and all will be right with the world again. Or at least enough of it for another day…
Who needs silverware…?
It’s like living in a B movie science fiction flick. The cicadas that have taken over all of the trees on every side of the house are making a noise that sounds like a cheap ray-gun buzzing. I feel like I’m under attack whenever I leave the house. Though, if you look at it in the right way, you can feel like the hero of your very own adventure, surviving the dash to the car and making the gravel fly as you hit the gas and gun it to safety. Hmm…or maybe that’s just me…
It was supposed to rain all day today – a wet, grey day perfect for staying inside and writing. But…the forecast was off yet again (where’s Ginger Zee when you need her?). There were flash flood warnings half an hour north of here, and pea-sized hail ten minutes to the south. And then there was constant thunder rolling in the mountains fifteen minutes to the east. But here…? Bright and sunny with 65% humidity. It’s like being imprisoned in a dome when you can see the rain in the distance in every direction, but have to keep taking the cat out and sweat because it’s summertime without the gentle breeze coming in off the coast because southwestern PA is completely missing those beautiful beaches.
It’s not that I’m anti-summer. Not at all. Sure, it comes in behind fall in my own personal ranking system. And behind spring too. And I guess it falls behind winter too. But summer is still in the top four in the “Best Seasons” category. All I ask is for the occasional rain to hit the yard before the grass turns brown and all of the birds decide that thy didn’t fly far enough north this year.
But maybe it’s just that I’m a fan of the rain… There’s something cathartic about losing yourself in the writing of a book while water drops continually smack against the windows. Plus, when the sun is shining brightly, I can barely see the screen of my laptop until after 1:30 in the afternoon when the sun has passed overhead and out of view of my office. So that gives me too big of an excuse to find something else to do instead of write for that time. (Like I have A&E’s new show Preacher on DVR and haven’t gotten around to watching it yet). Wow…excuses are easy to find/create aren’t they…?
But the sun has gone down now, the air conditioning has the inside temperature down to 68 degrees, the laptop is fully charged, Graham has had a snack and is taking a nap, and I’ve run out of excuses.
So I’m opening up Word, pulling up my rough draft, and diving into chapter 42. And, wouldn’t you know it? It takes place on a hot, summer day. Maybe I’ll have the main character borrow a friend’s boat and let him deal with his issues out on the lake. Ahh…I love being in control…