It happened again last night, but I’ll take the blame as I went to bed way too early, and shortly thereafter slumped over my new Joyce Carol Oates’ novel (The Corn Maiden).
I was up again at 1 a.m., wandering around. When this happens I frequently write one of my nasty Fairy Tales and send it forth. In the dead of night, last night, I wrote about a nasty Santa who lives on top of a mountain and hates all things Christmas. Or almost all. Thirdcoastdigest.com usually runs my Fairy Tales, so look for it there, hopefully prior to Christmas. Note: I’m not a Christian, so don’t get excited. I’m a Progressive Democrat with no particular agenda, but God help us if smiling Newt makes it through the political cracks that have opened up in the landscape.
Oh hell, they love him in Ioway, where he’s redefining himself as a “compassionate” caring kind of guy. Pizza Guy Cain has retreated to his burrow. And no I’m not racist, but honest to God, if a man has problems keeping his fly zipped, you’ve got to wonder if he’s material for the Presidency. I feel the same way about Bill Clinton who claimed to “never have had sex with that woman!” People jump to his defense as if ordering pizza with a young intern in a blue dress is an okay thing. Could it be something in the pizza? It’s funny, but he does seem to have a sticky connection with the Godfather Pizza guy, Cain.
Has anyone been thinking that an Obama/Hillary ticket would be a win-win?
Anyway, my blog title for this week is “1,000 Thread-Count Sheets.” I bought them on sale at Boston Store and lowering my old body onto them is pure bliss, a feeling akin to sleeping inside of a pig’s ear. Perhaps the creepy Joyce Carol Oates’ novels aren’t quite right for bedtime reading, because last night shortly before I woke at 1 a.m., I had a dream that I was lashed to three other people with orders to jump off a cliff and into a stormy sea somewhere, the point being that we four were ordered to swim the murky waters while looking for German U-Boats.
Lately I’ve been suffering from “writers’ insecurity,” wondering if anyone actually reads my blog. Does it matter?
Yes it does.
