... who the hell is Creighton, and what are they doing beating my Cardinals? ...
March 12, 1999
6:32 a.m.
To answer the question that has come most often to my mailbox the past day, no one won the 25,000 hit prize. Or, at least, no one has claimed it so far! Thanks for all your interest, though. I'm thinking Jenn Coleman-Reese should get something, though. After all, she reports #24,999 and #25,001 (having been unable to avoid the temptation to hit the reload button when she saw the 24,999).   Thanks to Elsie Costello, I now know that the average snowfall in Indianapolis is 3.4 inches. If we assume Columbus gets a little less than that, it means we're already about 25% over our allotment for the month. Just trying to be educational, here, you know? I just had a really great morning at the keyboard. If you were paying attention, I was working on something the past day or two. But I woke up this morning with a new situation in my mind. Rather than push it aside to focus on my earlier effort, I let this one run and was rewarded with about a thousand words on a brand new story that I think could be pretty awesome (assuming, of course, that I do it right--always a big assumption). I wish I understood the creative process. Generally, I consider creativity to be a process-based thing. You know, wake up, go to the basement, sit down, begin writing. Sometimes good things come out. Sometimes they don't. Lather, rinse, repeat as necessary. That's cool. I understand that. It makes complete sense to my engineer's brain. But then a morning comes along like this, and I have to throw the theory out the window. There was no reason for this idea, you see. At least not that I'm aware of. It didn't flow naturally from anything I'm doing, or anything I'm thinking. I just woke up, and boom, there it was. I think if I understood how that happened, I would be close to a Theory of Everything -- you know -- unifying relativity and gravity and maybe even proving the mathematics of multidimensional space and string theory while I was at it. Maybe that's how this stuff works. Maybe it explains déjà vu and synchronicity, and the Bermuda Triangle, too. How should I know? I'm just a stupid engineer. Yes, I would love to know how it works. But then I think . . . ... it probably wouldn't be as much fun. Have a great day.  Daily Persistence is © Ron Collins |
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"I can't sleep and I lay and I think, the night is hot and black as ink. Oh, God, I need a drink of cool, cool rain." Peter Townshend "Love, reign O're Me" |
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