Why I am not a prolific writer:
Same old excuse, but better than none.
Here’s my progress report for the first week of January:
Summary: I did not meet my goal of working on my novel every day. Instead, I coughed, moaned, and felt sorry for myself. To my credit, I did not eat a gallon of Campbell’s tomato soup made with condensed milk and further gooey-ed up with smashed saltine crackers. Said soup is the only halfway effective palliative for a condition involving the sinuses, but it is chockfull of sodium, preservatives, coloring agents, and various other chemicals I’ve sworn off. So ate baked chicken, salad, fruit, and cough drops. And suffered.
So that’s my report. Cedar fever isn’t the best excuse in the world, but it beats the dog ate my homework.
Note to my former students (and all others who monitor my grammar, usage, and punctuation): I know this post contains a comma splice, and I know I told you all that using a comma splice qualifies as sin. But I’ve loosened up a lot over the years, and now I find that the judiciously placed comma splice can be just the ticket for getting my meaning across. Using run-on sentences, on the other hand, those jammed together with no punctuation mark at all, still constitutes sin.
Image by DonES at en.wikipedia. Later version(s) were uploaded by Hohum at en.wikipedia. [Public domain], from Wikimedia Commons
I’m home from an overnight trip to Dallas with a friend who was kind enough to let me go along–a mini-vacation that leaves me physically tired…but mentally refreshed…but physically tired.
And incapable of coherent thought.
So I’ll toss out just a brief observation.
Yesterday a Facebook friend posted that former U. S. Representative Newt Gingrich said his passion for his country contributed to his marital infidelity.
My first reaction was, This must be fiction. The friend is, after all, a writer.
But I googled Mr. Gingrich and discovered via the Chicago Tribune that my friend was engaging in plain old fact.
I recalled Samuel Johnson’s declaration: “Patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel.”
The exact meaning of that statement had always eluded me, but I believe I now understand it. Perfectly.
Since we’re dealing in pithy statements, I’ll volunteer another: A minister friend defines excuse as “the skin of a reason stuffed with a lie.”
Not quite so elegant as Dr. Johnson’s, but in this instance, it’ll do quite nicely.
Mr. Gingrich is now married to the person who enabled his infidelity.
And I want to know: What’s her excuse?
Image of Newt Gingrich by Pete Souza [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Image [portrait] of Samuel Johnson by Sir Joshua Reynolds [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.