Great news about my book project. I kept slogging, kept slogging, and it stayed in the mud, stayed in the mud. But now it seems that finally, finally, my sails have caught the wind. Scenes are tumbling to mind. The bow carves the waves: plot takes care of itself. Just gotta grab on, grab on, grab on! Hold the tiller hard against the heeling wind.
Otherwise, life right now seems full of...
...Waiting. Manuel wrote, "You know, Mike, all these articles about the iPhone are getting a little tiresome." Well, that's because I'm still waiting for the Sony A7III. Waiting. Day after day. Wait, wait.
Spring is elusive. Four mornings in a row now I've awakened to find the ground white with snow. Just a layering, and it evaporates as fast as frost, but Spring stays away. Wait for it.
Dreading Tax Day. Taxes are going to slaughter me this year. Stun me like a body blow from Joe Frazier. I depend on the holiday months to help with taxes and TOP had a terrible holiday season this year. Waiting for April 17th feels like sitting under the Sword of Damocles.
...Although that's not quite right as a metaphor. The tale supposedly comes down to us from Timaeus of Tauromenium through the Roman orator Cicero:
According to the story, Damocles was pandering to Dionysius, his king, and exclaimed to him that Dionysius was truly fortunate as a great man of power and authority, surrounded by magnificence. In response, Dionysius offered to switch places with Damocles for one day so that Damocles could taste that very fortune firsthand. Damocles quickly and eagerly accepted the king's proposal. Damocles sat down in the king's throne surrounded by every luxury, but Dionysius arranged that a huge sword should hang above the throne, held at the pommel only by a single hair of a horse's tail. Damocles finally begged the king that he be allowed to depart because he no longer wanted to be so fortunate, realizing that with great fortune and power comes also great danger. (Wikipedia)
But my sorry state has nothing to do with power. Maybe a better metaphor would be the condemned man waiting for the blow of the axe? Nope, hyperbolic. The tax bill isn't going to literally kill me. Am I just whimpering? Very well then, then I am*. April is the cruellest month....
I'm sure a lot of you out there are in the exact same boat. Some of the richest people out there and some of the poorest people out there. Nobody likes tax day. Most people don't. Some of you kept all your receipts and paid your quarterlies and had your taxes filed by the end of January, all signed and neat, but a lot of you are just like me, quivering heaps of terrified jelly quaking and weeping and waiting for the end to come, knowing you're going to be all bruised and desolate at the beginning of May and eating macaroni and cheese and so forth. Taxes knock us down flat.
Anyway, everything feels like waiting. Waiting. Something is imminent. Everything is. Wait for it. Wait. Hurry up please, it's time....
When the A7III comes, then Manuel can get tired reading about that. And we'll probably blink and a blistering Summer heat will set in, and we'll long for these refreshing Spring snows. Right now, though, everything's in a state of suspension.
...And you know, come to think, despite his great popularity with the people, who repeatedly protected him, Cicero was beheaded. His severed head was nailed to the Rostra in the Roman Forum, where Antony's vindictive wife Fulvia pulled out the tongue and pierced it repeatedly with her hairpin in revenge against Cicero's power with words.
(Maybe I should just say, "There is nothing proper about what you are doing, taxman, but do try to kill me properly." Paraphrasing from Cicero's last words to the soldier who slew him. Woe!)
Heh. I'm in a silly mood this morning. My thoughts are zinging around like a bullet in a metal room. So how's your project coming? I need to go "touch" my book. Today my protagonist is going to the city morgue, to see whether a bruised and broken body is the woman he loves...the wind blows....
*"Can't complain, but sometimes I still do." Heh.
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