Day 14: The Prophesy
April 14, 2001
11:46 a.m.
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11:46 am: 2100 words 3:06 pm: 3,500 words -- 6:25 pm: 5,350 words -- total  Brigid was at a friend's for a sleepover last night, so Lisa and I went out for dinner. After the usual process of not deciding where to go, we got into the car and started driving. This leaving even though we haven't decided where to go is our everyday decision equivalent to a Dare and probably goes a long way to defining who we are as people--I mean, you're driving around, after all, and wasting gas, and seeing everyone else have some place to go, so you might as well make a decision. Just like I was floundering in getting into this story until I embarked on my mini-Dare, we would probably still be standing in our kitchen saying "I don't know, where do you want to go?" if we hadn't have just gotten into the car and taken off. We finally settled on a place called Bon Bar-b-cue, which is an Asian buffet/Mongolian bar-b-cue place that we like pretty well. For those unfamiliar with Mongolian bar-b-cue, you get to choose your food in a buffet-like line, then the cook puts it on the griddle right before your eyes. I always eat too much there, but what the heck, eh? "How did your writing go today?" Lisa asked while we were driving. "Okay. Not any words I can count as progress, but I threw away some and created some more, and I like the story better. So, it was a good day." "Sounds like it," Lisa said. She's like that--appreciative of my progress, unabashedly celebratory of my successes, unfazed by any lack thereof. My writing is just another thing in the everyday process of our lives. After all this time, it's all very comfortable. We got there, and got our food, and ate. When the bill came, we got fortune cookies. Lisa's said something about meeting someone from her past, which I grumbled about. What the heck is she doing meeting someone from her past, eh? Lisa just shrugged it off as if it didn't mean anything. But I like to believe in a little kismet, a little magic, and so I tend to put a bit of weight on things like fortune cookies. So I'm sat there thinking, "How can you be so danged cavalier over such a direct attack on our marriage?" as I opened mine. I was still feeling a tad indignant when I peeled the wafer cookie and unwrinkled my own little white slip of paper. It read: Apply yourself to the basics and progress will follow. "Yours is perfect for what you're doing this month," Lisa said, smiling her beautiful little smile. She seemed so pleased that I was working on this thing, and so much in my corner, that suddenly I just had to forgive her for that dalliance with the person from her past.     So, what did your fortune say about the stock market? Daily Persistence is © Ron Collins |
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"Apply yourself to the basics and progress will follow." My Fortune |
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