{"id":2440,"date":"2012-04-27T06:00:51","date_gmt":"2012-04-27T11:00:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.confabulatorcafe.com\/?p=2440"},"modified":"2012-04-27T06:00:51","modified_gmt":"2012-04-27T11:00:51","slug":"a-mostly-true-tale","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.confabulatorcafe.com\/?p=2440","title":{"rendered":"A Mostly-True Tale"},"content":{"rendered":"
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These would pop up on any normal day in my life.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

\u201cI need to write tonight,\u201d I say. I just got home from an extra-long day at work. \u201cI didn\u2019t get anything done this morning.\u201d<\/p>\n

Well, that\u2019s not strictly true. I did get a lot done: I exercised for forty minutes; put one load of laundry in the dryer, washed another and got it into the dryer, too; ate breakfast; washed the dishes from breakfast along with the cat bowls; started the dishwasher; and watered the plants outside. Oh, yeah, I took out the trash and recycling, too.<\/p>\n

Then my work cell phone rang. I had just opened my work in progress and the cursor was flashing at me. Ignore it,<\/em> the screen says to me. Don\u2019t answer.<\/em><\/p>\n

I have to, of course. There\u2019s a problem and I have to go in earlier than I\u2019m supposed to. I close Scrivener, log out of the computer and saddle up. Off to my work day.<\/p>\n

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A spare moment comes along and I get to think about my work in progress. I scribble down a couple of ideas and stuff the scrap of paper in my shirt pocket. When I get to my lunch \u2018break\u2019, I think I might have a few minutes to work on a blog post for the Cafe. Whatever I can get done I can email back to myself and have it to work on when I get home. The cursor winks at me, Hello there. What\u2019s on your mind?<\/em><\/p>\n

A knock on my door. Someone needs my attention. So much for writing.<\/p>\n

Later in the day, I pull out that scrap of paper while I\u2019m waiting for a meeting to start. I manage to add a couple more words before things get rolling and back into the pocket it goes.<\/p>\n

The end of my day and I\u2019m in the car heading back home. I call my wife to see if she needs anything and I have to make a stop at the store. Five o\u2019clock is the very busiest time at the grocery store and the parking lot is full and the lines are long and everyone there is in a foul mood. It takes forever. By the time I get back in the car and make it into traffic, my mood is souring, too.<\/p>\n

But I get home and everything\u2019s okay. Really it is. I just need a couple minutes to decompress and \u2014<\/p>\n

My son wants my attention. He has school information I need to have. By the time I sit down with a cup of coffee to chat with my wife about her day, well it\u2019s getting late. \u201cI need to write tonight,\u201d I tell her as I head to the kitchen to make dinner. \u201cI didn\u2019t get anything done this morning.\u201d<\/p>\n

By the time I sit down to write, it\u2019s 7:45 and I\u2019ve poured a whisky and I\u2019ve got my work in progress open. I yawn. I try to focus on what I last wrote and read the previous three pages or so. I manage to get three or four sentences typed and my wife tells me she\u2019s going to bed. I grind the coffee and set the timer on the coffee pot before I forget to do it. I\u2019m tired. It\u2019s been a long day and I\u2019m just not feeling it in terms of writing.<\/p>\n

Shit. I close Scrivener (thank god for auto-save!) and log out. I\u2019ve still got half a whisky so I sit down to watch ten minutes of TV. I yawn.<\/p>\n

Tomorrow<\/em>, I think. I\u2019ll get more done tomorrow\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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